Martha Martha!

Yes, I live. Real life is so real, that I don’t have the time to step aside and take note of it. We are dust, and these days my existence seems like a big pile of construction dirt that’s quickly being swept away by the breeze of how fast my life is running. Oh well, the Father is keeping track; and that’s probably more than I want recalled anyway. My hubby begged me to write up this little gem, however, and seeing as I have ten minutes before speeding out the door to the next thing, I figure why not?--

I was in the checkout line at Whole Foods this morning, when an intelligent young cashier-man began “checking me out.” As I finished unloading my cart I approached the swipe thingy and began searching my bag for my wallet. I looked up to find that the checker was looking at my chest—

“M’am,” (all the young men call me ‘M’am” these days. Sigh.) “uhhh, there’s uhhh-“

He was now pointing to my chest, seemingly at a loss for words. What he wanted to say was, “there’s a sticker on your boob” but all that came out was a sheepish “uhhhh M’am.”

So I look down at my chest, and there was indeed a large round sticker stuck to the middle of my breast, apparently placed there by the honey dew melon I had spent five minutes fondling before making my final decision. On it was a boldly printed crown with the slogan “The King of melons!” in the center.

That my friends, is cheap irony.

Will I write the summer? Possibly…I guess I’m just a tease.