The Little Things.

Me: “last time i came here, i parked over there, just so i could walk across that bridge.”
Talia: “yeah?”
Me: “yep. except it made a little more sense because i was going into that store.”
Talia: ::stares straight ahead:::: “Let’s park over there”

we parked, crossed the bridge, walked down the street, and reached our destination….that now happened to be on the opposite side of the parking lot.



and yesterday, the li’l old woman in the car next to me at the stoplight happened to be boppin her head to the beat of my music. 

i think i might be a wannabe new york times best seller.  That’s right.  The typical coming of age life changing novel..the kind that gets to be in Oprah’s book club and on every sappy I don’t wanna grow up woman’s bookshelf.