So, when I found that one of my dear friends from my middle school and high school days was blogging I was really excited. Melanie was seriously one of my
only best friends throughout school. I can't ever remember being around her without laughing. And not just regular laughing, I mean like cracking up, snot running out of your nose, RIDICULOUS laughing. She is living in Boston now and making her way in the world. Her blog highlights her writing skills (seriously, amazing writer) and humor. Basically, check her out.... is what I am saying.
Hi! I'm Melanie of Lord knows, I love to dance (points for knowing the reference!). I am an amateur/avid baker, blogger, writer, and seamstress. My days are spent looking for new things to make, whether it's crocheted, knitted, sewn, handwritten, or mixed. (Well, my weekend days and week nights, thanks to my day job as a production editor...) I've been blogging about all of these things for almost a year now, and it's become my favorite way to track my progress and challenge myself to be better. I've become a bit of a blog-reading fiend, making time each day to scour Bloglovin', so I'd love to meet other bloggers! Come on over and say hi!
isn't she the cutest?
I know!
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Second, I couldn't let you go without sharing with you one of the most hilarious things that I have ever witnessed in my entire life. I really am not being dramatic when I say that-- it truly was one of the funniest things ever, EVER. And of course, my husband has to take the shame---
---(although I think he thought it was funny and wasn't embarrassed at all).
Okay, SCENE: We went to the closest Red Box to return a movie.
please note the people in the line in front of my husband (husband is wearing the plaid button down)
okay so there is a teen in one of those awfully tacky shirts with swirls
and glitter and skulls and crap... then his dad.....then a little boy.....then? his mom?
what I need you to find is the man leaning up against the right side of the red box....
do you see him back there? see him? good. He is holding a cup. You need to know that, its important.
SO, my husband is standing in line for what seems like forever,
because we always seem to get behind the people that insist on scrolling
through the ENTIRE catalogue of available movies to rent-----
even though they know all you want to do is return a movie.
They still take their sweeeeeeeeet time.
So husband was standing there. and standing. and standing.
then, I see him move.
husband, what are you doing? where are you going?
he heads around the group of slow poke movie renters and moves towards that man I pointed out to you in the background.
His hand goes into his pocket.
What IS he doing?
He takes out..a dime? And goes to drop it into this "homeless" man's cup.
"Homeless man" blocks the dime.
"AAARGHHHMMMOWWWWWWW!" says the homeless man.
What is going ON over there?
At this point a strange dance is occurring between my husband's arm which is trying to dodge
"homeless" man's arm blocks , and "homeless" man is starting to freak out.
That homeless man is going to stab my husband.
Husband turns around and gives me the funniest look.
The slow poke movie renters are gone so he returns the movie.
The homeless man has walked away and husband comes back to the car.
me: what was THAT all about?
husband: so that homeless man's cup?
me: yeah
husband: it had coffee in it.
cricket. cricket...............
me: you tried to put change into a COFFEE cup full of coffee? (I start laughing)
husband: yes. basically I just told a man he looks homeless and he isn't.
At this point I have tears in my eyes and am hyper-ventalating laughing.
husband: and he had a turned in wrist and he was trying to block me with it,
and he was mumbling something and I was so confused.
husband: see? that is why I never give homeless people money.
You try to help someone and see what happens?
Ohhhhhhh man, it was the funniest thing that I have ever seen. And of course we re-enacted it the whole way home (I got to play the role of my husband AND the homeless man).
Only in LA I guess....
Over & Out,
A