Unsolicited testimonial from the well put together gal at the cafe:
"You smell great!"
"Oh...thanks."
"And I love the way you mixed stripes and polka dots!"
"What can I say, I'm just a fashion rebel."
"It's working!"
Where was this when I was young and single?
Oh, right...when I was young and single I dressed like a transient and stunk like a goat.
First thing at work a lovely French lady pushing a stroller asked one of those deadly questions, only slightly improved by her darling broken English:
"I don't, um, know the title. Or the author, but, ah, it is for children? It is about, uh, what you do with things? Like petting a dog?"
My weird psychic book sense kicked in and I nailed it in one-
"A Hole is to Dig, by Ruth Krauss and Maurice Sendak."
"YES! Yes! That is it!"
Plus there are lots of weird old pictures I scanned for Flickr.
ENJOY.
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