"Life's not the breaths you take, the breathing in and out, that gets you through the day, ain't what it's all about. You might just miss the point if you don't slow down the pace. Life's not the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away."--from none other than George Strait
Cupcakes were the last thing that took my breath away - huge, delectable, gorgeously decorated, make-you-wanna-slap-somebody-and-not-feel-bad-about-it cupcakes. They came from a store called Gigi's in Kentucky.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
"It won't get any better. Even when he gets older, he'll still embarrass you." --from a patron in a restaurant
A boy about six years old was sitting at a table with two adults, a man and lady, and a young girl about nine. The boy tumbled backwards out of his chair and onto the floor, doing dramatic gestures. Imagine a boy in a plastic, bubble ball, rolling along the floor in a childish haze and you'll know this kid. The lady looked directly at the young girl with a deadpan look on her face, as the boy was being, well, a boy, and said the above quote with no inflection in her voice. And there the boy was, tumbling along, until he found his good sense and sat back in the chair.
A boy about six years old was sitting at a table with two adults, a man and lady, and a young girl about nine. The boy tumbled backwards out of his chair and onto the floor, doing dramatic gestures. Imagine a boy in a plastic, bubble ball, rolling along the floor in a childish haze and you'll know this kid. The lady looked directly at the young girl with a deadpan look on her face, as the boy was being, well, a boy, and said the above quote with no inflection in her voice. And there the boy was, tumbling along, until he found his good sense and sat back in the chair.
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