
“What are you getting the boys?” a friend of mine asked. We bumped into each other at the pharmacy. My fingers are still crossed, hoping we’re done with the flu!
“That’s the question of the hour,” I shake my head. “Funny thing,” I started in, “I was in Tuesday Morning last week picking up a lamp for my mom. Our rearranging of her furniture opened the perfect spot for a lamp by her chair. And I totally scored with the perfect lamp for that spot.”
“I love Tuesday Morning,” she sighed. “It can be hit or miss. But when it hits, it’s a home-run for sure.”
“I know. So happy.”
Birds were singing, we smile-nodded, all was right in the world.
“If only all shopping could be as quick and productive as that lamp-run,” she said.
“Fact,” I shuh-replied.
Yeah, my friend looked at me weird, too. Sometimes