For some reason, I decided that it was absolutely necessary, as in there could be no other sensible option, that I had to go to The Maxx. Once I get these ideas in my head, there is no stopping me.

It has to and will happen.

The Maxx will do that to you. I think it’s all the great finds in that place that keep luring me back with visions of home and kitchenwares. Is there any Taurus that can resist a good deal?

Doubtful. And who knew I’d ever be this pumped over the homeware section? Domestication. This is what getting engaged does to you, girls.

You suddenly will find yourself all, “Orange pillows! Yes yes. Orange pillows are just the thing that my bed needs. The perfect touch of color compliment to gray.”

Which it is and which it does need. And which I found. Maxx to the rescue. Again.

I also found a rocking Buddha. Right. Because I don’t have enough of those around here as is. But, I thought, maybe … the more Buddha’s I have, the more love and enlightenment and abundance it will bring me.

I mean, can anyone ever have too many Buddha’s and Krishna’s and other Master replica peoples? Hell no. Not possible. Plus it kinda makes me feel all holy and good inside. Without even doing anything all holy and good. Win for Buddha.

Mid Maxxing, TC called to deliver the best news of the day : my M&M’s {and Brother and SIL} will be arriving … tonight! OMFG.

It was enough to make me shout out loud and do a semi jump up and down and have people look at me like I was f-ing stupid for being this old and acting this young. Totally ignored those peeps.

Actually, my heart really goes out to those kinds of People. The serious, wound up ones.

The ones who don’t know what it’s like to be so excited to see your family that you just have to let it out and share it, even if that comes in the form of jumping.

Or any of the little {and big} things to be excited about. Like ice cream cones and warm spring evenings and lightning bugs and peanut butter and the smell of freshly brewed coffee and dryer sheets and … I’ll stop there. I think you get the idea.

After my Maxxed out moment, which I’m still kinda confused how I dropped one Benjamin in like 20 minutes in that place but left with three things? I’ll just leave it at : that’s what The Maxx does. I found myself driving home, and not remembering parts of my drive.

It just felt like suddenly, I was at the light by Kroger, stopped for a train, wondering how I got there so quickly and did I really just come the way I usually do? Surely I missed something. Or not?

Isn’t it so weird how that happens. Bizarre. Why does that happen anyway? Did Aliens temporarily abduct me and erased my memory so all I can recall is suddenly being at the light?

For reals, watched some UFO show where some guy said that.

So now, People, I’ve got my countdown going. I’d say within 30 minutes, my darling hell raisers will be here. I can’t wait to see them come running up the walk, that excited look on their faces.

Hug them and hold them close to me. Breathe them in. Enter in to their world of wonders.