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Boobies

My friend and ex-coworker from Japan, Cheryl, visited me a couple of weekends ago. She was in San Antonio for training and flew up to spend her break with me. Her quest was to invade the Walmarts in my area and clean out all of their size ## in sports bras regardless of color, price, and odd passersby's looks.

After loading and unloading my car, I helped her rid the hangers and tags of each sports bra. You know, so she could fit all 57 pieces into her suitcase.

Cheryl: How about you? How come you don't wear sports bras?

Me: Because they flatten my chest. [Wait for it.] [Hold boobs.] Plus I'm still on the market.

Cheryl: Oh, yeah; that's right.

Project Read times three

I swear I haven't been slacking off reading, but I will be slacking off writing summaries this time. I know, I know, how can I do this to you.

I will plant you a lilac tree by Laura Hillman

Not as profound as The Diary of Anne Frank, but still a good narrative. Honestly, I chose this book because it fit nicely in my purse. Perfect companion during those times you're waiting for people, appointments, meetings to start, etc.

Remembering Raquel by Vivian Vande Velde

Give me a book with my name in it, and I'll read it! Even if the character's dead.

Tangled up in you by Rachel Gibson

I love Rachel Gibson's books simply because they're juicy. Unfortunately, this one was a bit dull for me.

Because I know you miss me on this blog

I’m practically done unpacking at home. There were many items I put on Freecycle, Craig’s List, or in the trash, but my keyboard was not one of them. I dusted it off today, and as you will see, I am and probably always will be a beginner player. I haven’t played in probably two years. And I cheat by writing keys on the music sheets. Holla!

The last piano class I took was in 2004 and offered by the county, and my classmates were 10 years old or below. Actually, there were three other adults, but they dropped out after the first couple of classes.

At the conclusion of the 6-week class, each of us had to play a piece in front of a tiny audience of parents. I volunteered to play first—you know … to set the standard. Not. My big arm just flew up first when the teacher asked.

I spared my family from attending—they would’ve brought flowers and cheered the loudest! Need I say more?

So here’s a glimpse of me unplugged—if you can bear the three minutes. Indulge me, I ask of you.