I was at Wallyland last week picking up a few things for DH's lunch. (He finally did the math on going out to lunch every day.) I was in the produce department, frisking roma tomatoes, I think.
Here in East Cupcake, it's common for stores to have big bins of pinto beans. Wally has a big bin of them, bigger than a garden tub, maybe the size of a small spa. It's tempting to walk by and sink your hand into that sea of beans.
I heard giggling the last time I was by the sea o' beans. I looked up. Two little girls, somewhere in between six and ten, were bellied up to the side of the bin, laughing like crazy. One leaned waaayyyy out over the bin. In the sea of beans was a shallow impression, the exact size of a little girl's head. She'd been pinto diving.
"You girls knock that off. That's someone's supper!" I said, in a stern, frowny voice. They got scared looks on their faces and vanished.
It was hard to keep a straight face.
Speaking of stern frowniness, I chose this as my Ravelry ravatar last week when it dawned on me that it's pretty close to election time. I found it by googling Obama and stupid. I decided it was time to quit pretending that everything was going to be ok if he was elected, that I could cope.
Fact is, I'm not so sure. DH and I talk about it. DD and I talked about it. At 10:30 last night, my BFF since HIGH SCHOOL called to check on my religious salvation and the state of my eternal soul, because she's afraid of what's going to happen if he does, or does not, get elected. I've known her for 30 years, and this is the first time we've ever discussed voting. Weird.
This ravatar brings out the best and worst of people. A lot of people will let me know they are ROFLMAO when they see it. Other people get MAD. I could say "I like chocolate" and someone would take me to task.
That's kind of what is happening. Someone was telling me how brilliant Obama was, and he surrounded himself with all these wonderful people to fill him in on areas where he lacked the expertise, and that synergy was fabulous. I told her that line of thinking was like putting a dog turd in a box of doughnuts. Doesn't make the dog turd or the doughnuts better, just kinda ruins everyone's day. No one liked that. But I am nice, I am not mean, or snarky. I just question an argument and people go OFF.
The most peculiar posts were people who took me to task for my viewpoint. I've answered some. The weird ones are from the Welsh. And the Irish. Quite vocal about how wrong I am. I finally got mad and said "I don't pretend my opinion counts in Irish politics." And no one backed me. I think I was yesterday's most hated on the thread.
This kind of fits my mood:
Cuz there ain't nothin meaner than a weiner from Pasadena.