a frantic mother thought that the blue backpack leaning beside the trashcan was suspitous and in need of the los angeles police department's attention. so she asked us, the ladies working the main table at the farmer's market, to call the police. we were much more concerned with stuffing our faces with kettle corn than attending to the drug-laden or bomb-laden blue backpack--so we dialed the number and let her talk to the police dispatcher herself. we'll all look back on this fine day and remember that it was the day we didn't lose our lives at the farmer's market. but a 7th grader did lose his backpack.
i said big things, plural, right? right.
so the other thing that happened today was me realizing that sometimes two great friends should just be that: friends. and nothing more. i've never gone into detail about my love life on this blog and i don't plan on starting now...but i'm just saying...when your heart and mind are in disagreement, listen to your gut. it can not only digest our food, but also our thoughts. pretty powerful stuff.
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