Indulgence

I like to think that I'm a pretty low maintenance lady.  But occasionally I ask people to indulge me.   

For instance....

There's a chance I might ask you to go to the grocery store with me.

At Midnight.

To buy ice cream.

In matching shirts.

And while Dr. P might have hammed and hawed initially, with the help of our check-out guy Domingo (who refused to let me pay), and the Safeway manager congratulating us (we're not sure why, but I'll take well-wishes wherever I can find them), we ended up having a pretty delightful time.


Speaking of indulging me... pleeeeeeese vote for One! I promise we'll stop soon!