Or at least LaShawn thinks I do. We were bumming around at Hobby Lobby today and I went looking for the little Christmas light charms I make jewelry out of. When I found them (and a plethora of other cute Christmas buttons/charms) I did this little dance that made LaShawn ask me if I was 5 years old or something. She also made me put my hands behind my back as we walked out of the store. LOL I believe this was because as long as my hands were behind my back, I didn’t want to grab things and inspect them. I can’t help it. I see something cool and I immediately have to look at it, turn it over, and figure out at least 20 uses for it. LOL

And thanks to Shannon I decided to name this blasted hernia of mine Squishy. As she pointed out, Squishy was squishy and painful, which describes this blasted hernia as well. LOL So thanks Shannon. Squishy he shall be.

But I’ll tell you, there is a gal I go to church with, I love her to pieces, but she drives us crazy. She talks 300 miles an hour about things like aeropostale coupons, which I don’t care about because I can’t fit in their clothes, and about how this guy at church keeps being mean to her. He isn’t being mean, he’s just teasing her in a friendly manner. He does the same to me, LaShawn, and LaShawn’s mom. We aren’t being treated poorly, he’s just a teaser and a flirt. But she thinks he’s being mean to her. Heaven help us. LOL

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