This definitely falls into my top 10 signs I am from Philadelphia: I wave.
That’s right. I wave.
As opposed to flashing a double peace sign or breaking out a shaka (hang ten).
Both of which I received when out running two quick errands today. Oh, and they weren’t errands like say, to an organic farm or the local surf shop where those greetings might be expected, and, really, probably preferred so you have a more authentic / immersive experience. I was at the UPS store. In a strip mall. And Starbucks. Also in a strip mall.
Grace, unlike me, is Oregon greeting ready. Lately, she’s been either winking or giving Kenny and I a thumbs up to communicate.
Not me. I need to come up with something. If you are looking for me this weekend, I will be locked in my bedroom practicing something way cooler than waving to adopt as my new Oregon greeting.
(Hand Jive? Gangsta guns? Double thumbs up? Two thigh slaps and a double clap? What do you think?)
I like to fit in.
Gavin, that funny little fellow, recently asked Kenny when Easter was coming. Kenny told him “two weeks.” Gavin remarked, “It sure doesn’t look like Easter’s coming around here. Outside looks good. In here – I don’t think the Easter Bunny will like it.” Nice. Critics abound! I know, I know, I haven’t decorated the house for Easter! I don’t even know WHERE the Easter decorations are (since we still have a somewhat embarrassing amount of unpacked boxes and totes in the garage). We found one small box of plastic eggs – not quite cutting it.
Luckily, I went to HomeGoods this past weekend and loved all of the remaining Easter decor they had on hand. Even more lucky, it was all $4 a piece. Luckier still, our new media console was delivered on Saturday, which left me with a fabulous blank canvas to Easter up.
I think E.B. will be happy, yes?