mc wiff his snaggles

upon leaving my first coaching session with VoxyLady this morning, i strolled past a delightful old man who looked at me and said, "well, hello pretty girl!" i smiled and returned the greeting and he finished with, "yes, you sure are a pretty girl!" then i noticed he seemed to be missing some of the major frontal snags that many of us take for granted, but it diminished his grin not a bit. that's an attitude we could all benefit from.

i still have yet to spy a missed connection on craigslist for me from the funny messenger boy who literally fell from bike to ground while watching me wait to cross the street by millenium park. it was really a cute incident, because i caught him staring, then moved a bit to let his wheels through the sidewalk and somehow the turn of his handlebars pulled him in a slow motion slide from seat to street. i could tell he was really embarassed, especially as i cooed, "oh, you! let me get your bike!" while he flailed around in the spokes. this happened a few weeks ago on one of those monsterously cold days, so we both resembled midwestern sheiks with our bundled mugs. all he knows of me is a friendly voice behind a white scarf inside a blue suede coat. that's more than some, and yet, sometimes just enough.

the instapaint for the love den arrived today, which means Mole and i have to take on this project on our own without the assistance of MeMaw. there's a dvd to show us exactly how to do it, and without the need for dropcloths or masking off the floorboards, perhaps we can pull off this "painting". think i have three weeks, according to my agreement with the focus group company, to complete this task and report my results. must consult MeMaw again about the best way to curtain the bed. i simply do not trust my instincts as far as any of this is concerned, but at least this little endeavor is not only free, but will give me an extra 50 bones when it's done.

i have a yoga mat dying to be released from its dragon pouch. time to charge into rush hour traffic!