MR. B OUTSMARTS ME AGAIN
Last night we walked down to Starbucks, to get a little exercise, and mainly to get out of the boring house. I ordered Mr. B a Tall (small) black iced tea unsweetened, but he immediately spoke up with a resounding "NO!" and grabbed a Venti cup (large) and thrust it at the counterperson. Okay fine, I ordered the venti and, as I was waiting for my organic coffee to be ground up, Mr. B kept taking a 2-pack of butter cookies from the counter. I kept putting them back. Every time I turned around, he had the cookies. I put them back remarking to him that he was just going to play with them instead of eating them.
Time passed, I wandered over to grab a few napkins, and when I returned, Mr. Stealth himself had retrieved the butter cookies, again. I gave up, and took them up the the counter and paid the 95 cents. Then, I handed them back to Mr. B with a smug look on my face and said, "Okay mister, go ahead and eat those cookies now. Hmmmph."
Mr. B opened the package and gobbled them up.
WAKE UP CALL
Just a suggestion to the woman getting a tarot card reading on the sidewalk of the 3rd Street Promenade:
Never, EVER, let a tarot card reader leave your cards out openly on the table for any Tom, Dick, Harry or Bluebelly to see. There just might be one of us that can actually read tarot cards all in an instant know some private details of your life. It's all in the interpretation mind you, but that's your personal business and I would doubt you'd like strangers privy to what you are up to (and up against) in your life.
Enough said.
