Saturday Stories...

I awoke Saturday morning with only a few things on my mind: the first day at the pool, BBQ, and the Almond Poppyseed Loaf I had prepared just before bed.

Looking forward to the day, I was in the best of moods- jovial, energetic, and just plain old giddy.

I prepped my bag, pup, kid, etc for the day, then enjoyed a slice of the baked yumminess with a cup of coffee before tearing out for a great day in the sun. I sent the kids off to the pool whilst I picked up BBQ for poolside lunching and ice for the cooler.

The smell of pulled pork filled my nostrils as I pulled into the convenience store for a couple bags of ice. The young man who works at Country Farms is typically very friendly with me (sometimes semi-flirtatious, which I find amusing for a dozen reasons) and I was in such a great mood, I wanted to share that and uplift his spirits.

I flashed my most dashing smile, behaved "cutesy", and told him I'd be spending the day poolside, bet you're jealous, giggle- you know the routine... I skipped back to the car, still looking forward to the day, feeling good about the ego stroke I had given to this awkward guy.

Inserting the key into the ignition, glancing in my rear view (still smiling like the Cheshire Cat), I catch a glimpse of my reflection and was instantly mortified. There- staring back at me were a few poppyseeds lodged in the crevices between my teeth. Yep- right in the front where it really matters.

Those of you who do not know my intense passion for dental hygiene will perhaps not be as horrified as you should be.

For my pathetic ego, deflation occurred with all the gusto of a worn out whoopie cushion. With my head hung low, I emerge from the car and join the family for food and a dip. As I share the events of the morning with the family, I can at least take pleasure in others' joy- even if it is at my expense (I'm just that kind of gal.)

Important facts you should have learned from this story:
Poppyseeds are the enemy.
The dude at CF digs chicks with gnarly teeth.
Lori has the bounce-back potential of a brand new bungee cord.
My days of eating foods all willy-nilly are done...