Puppies and two of my favorite people

So, this past week has been interesting. It started with me puppysitting a litter of puppies for a couple of weeks. They are possibly THE cutest little puppies EVER. They are at the 4 week mark today, and so momma is spending a little less time with them, and I am spending a little more time. I change a lot of puppy pads (they do pretty good with those), and I get my ankles licked and chewed on quite a bit, but hey, it’s worth it because right now they are so much fun! After a stressful 10 hour day at work, they will put you in a good mood quickly. (Although I would probably not do this full time. lol )
It ended with seeing a couple of folks at the grocery store. While at HyVee I spied a couple down the other end of the produce section. I said “Oh, that looks like Mr and Mrs White…” And as I watched them walk, I thought to myself, “Oh, they are hunched over a bit….maybe it’s not them.” First of all, let me explain who Mr and Mrs White are. They are the parents of my first high school boyfriend. (My only high school boyfriend….as I was NOT a hot commodity with the boys back then.) They have always been 2 of my favorite people.
Lo and behold, as I am ready to walk out the door, here comes Mr White, and he smiles and says “I know you, but can’t remember your name.” I remind him and he says “Oh, feel free to stop by the house to visit anytime you are in the neighborhood.” Then I see his lovely bride, and she smiles and gives me a hug and says to her friend “This is Eric’s very first girlfriend from back in the day. She’s always been a sweet and lovely girl.” We run into each other off and on while out and about, and they always make time for conversation with me. They were always so kind back in high school, and 40 something years later, and they still are so kind to me. That is why they are 2 of my favorite people. So, I would say it was a fairly good week.

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My singing in church with 20 dollars and a photographer dream

My daughter and I walk into a church…it is completely flooded with water.  (Seems they are doing a mass baptismal.)  Of course, being petrified of water myself, I will not venture inside.  “I’ll drown!” I scream.  Suddenly, it was like someone pulled a plug and all the water was gone.

The preacher was a woman and she was dressed in long white robes.  She proceeded to lead the choir in a joyful rendition of “There’s a hole in the Bottom of the Sea” followed by “The 12 Days of Christmas”.

They then passed around a plate…not for the congregation to contribute, but to give each member something.  I found $20.00 in my envelope, and kindly asked what that was for.  The preacher answered “It seems the police department came into some extra money and gave it to the church, and I thought why not distribute it amongst our congregation?”

At that point, my daughter is feeling ill, so we must leave.  She goes out first, while I gather up our belongings.  I can’t find her, so I locate the stairs to go out, and instead of stairs, I have to climb down a ladder.  I finally find her outside, and instead of being outside the church, we are outside my old high school, where there is a photographer sitting in his car with a camera.  My daughter says “That guy took your picture out here years ago, and he stopped me and said he had to take my picture because I looked just like you.”   Then, we walked down the street, got on the bus and went home.