Starbucks coffee cup with name on it.

“Have you changed your shampoo, or something?”

“No, I don’t think so. How come?”

“I noticed when you were standing near me. There’s this great lemony smell; I just love it!”

I lean in to let her sniff my hair.

“Nope, that’s not it.”

I hold out my arm.

“Nuh uh.” A brief mystified pause. Then she sniffs her own skin.

“Oh wait… it’s me!” she exclaims. “I got this great lemon-vanilla soap!”

I am already cracking up. She starts laughing. We riff on the many potentially delightful uses of this phrase — “oh wait… it’s me!”

If there’s anyone who deserves to acknowledge her own fabulousness, it is the ever-awesome Evangeline.

♥ and ;-)

Two Years Ago: Pray

Church front.I wonder if I’m building a little sub-gallery of evangelical church fronts (see here)…
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