Orange You Glad You Brought That Fruit?

I knew there would come a day when my children would humble me... but I pictured it to go down like this:  one of them yelling "I want to go home" in church.   Maybe an explosive diaper at an outdoor wedding with no changing table within a half mile.

I didn't expect it to happen today.

Innocently enough, I'd gone for a quick hair cut and color.  (Hold it right there.  It was the safe color, soy based or some other natural substance.)  However, the full bowl of cereal I'd had for breakfast wasn't holding me over.

Suddenly, I found myself wondering if there might be some soda crackers in my pocket... or whether it was acceptable to leave a hair appointment in foils to hit a drive-thru.  As I confessed my hunger aloud... a lovely woman in a nearby chair - a perfect stranger - says, "You know!  I have an orange right there in my purse."

Now, under normal circumstances, I'd save face and politely decline.  But before I had the chance to display my manners, I was bent over, shouting "THANK YOU," palming items in her purse, searching for something round and citrusy.  
A wallet, a phone, some keys... the ORANGE.  Awesome!

I didn't "eat" the orange - I opened my mouth, put the orange inside and swallowed.  Humiliating.  Satisfying.  (Sigh).  Thanks kids.

A December Birthday

The tree is sparkling and Direct TV channel 801 is playing all of the Christmas songs I haven't heard in a long time.  Every present will be wrapped in gold or silver paper this afternoon, except for one.  That lone gift is a Buzz Lightyear backpack and sleeping bag for Mr. Gavin Lyman - who turns two this month.

Makes me wonder as I run the scissors through the cartoon paper.... is it a blessing or a curse to have a December birthday?  I mean, a birthday this time of year would be a great for the child, but it could make for an expensive month.  I'm thinking ahead to next year, grateful these babies are coming in the spring.  Green ribbon tied on top... and it's done!  Gavin's present.  I can't wait to see his face when he opens it.

I double-checked the invitation and realized the party's not until 5:30.  What I didn't check was the DATE. Ohhh Monrohhh!  The party is NEXT Saturday.