Tonight I went with Melanie to her niece's junior high band concert. Her other nieces clamored to sit on both our laps, go through our purses, and play with our hair. One of the little girls, after getting right up close and personal to my face, asked me if I were wearing lipstick. After I told her no, she took a look at my ears and saw I didn't have earrings on. She then instructed me to go ask my mom if I could have some lipstick and earrings. I had a hard time suppressing my laughter; we were at a concert, after all.
After the concert, Mel's sister-in-law had us swing by their house to pick up something and we ended up staying and talking for a little while. This same little girl gave me a piece of chocolate, then came and took it away and disappeared, and reappeared with a full mouth and a happy little smile, got up close to me and whispered, "I ate your chocolate." Again, laughter suppression was very necessary.
Then, on the way home, Mel and I decided to stop and get a couple of small shakes. She was driving, and so I held them for the duration of the ride home. Her brother's family lives in Ogden, so her shake had some time to get a little mushy on the road . . . and then it fell out of its holder and landed on the floor. I picked it up, relieved that it was almost intact, and realized that it had already left a substantial puddle on my coat somehow. By the time we got in to Salt Lake, my pants looked like they had the measles from shake drips and my sides hurt from laughing.
In other news, one of my co-workers, J, told me today that cancer is a contagious disease and that's why we wear gloves in the clinical lab. He's pretty fun to deadpan with. The general rule is to not believe a word he says and everyone will be happy and entertained. One of these days I'm going to put up a post about this whole job business and how I'm liking the working world. But time seems to go by so quickly these days, and there's not much left over for blogging. On the days when I feel like blogging. So, stay tuned, but not on the edge of your seat.