one of those faces

I guess I have one. One of those faces which indicates I must be a good listener, friendly, compassionate, empathetic. I guess those aren't bad attributes, right? I should take it as a compliment, the oversharing. Let me tell you the story. A quick Mommy/Silas trip to Hobby Lobby (much overdue and needed, I might add). Silas was VERY well behaved. Looking super-cute, using his listening ears, and not once was he confused for a girl ;) Given the information I provided you with at the onset of this blog, I usually try to make my way through the scrapbooking aisles of HL (let's just be real...I rarely venture outside those 5 or so aisles) peacefully. Silas is a chatterbox, particularly as of late. He is in love with the sound of his own voice. I can't blame him...I'm in love with it, too. So, I chat with him, as I peruse the inventory, try to keep him appeased. Today, we brought along Clyde, his Clydesdale horse webkinz. It's actually spelled Clyed, b/c his helpful big brother registered him on webkinz, and spelled it so. :) I digress. Like I was saying, Silas was really well behaved in HL today, and I knew I'd pay for it somehow. I should mention that a thunderstorm had just begun as we arrived, and thus prolonged my browsing....figured I'd let it pass whilst we were safely inside. I made my way up and down the aisles, uninterrupted (don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact), and then it happened, right there on the paper aisle. I made eye contact. This very nice lady began to talk to me about paper, to which I politely responded...friendly chat. Then she casually mentioned that her daughter used to refer to Hobby Lobby as "Lobby Lobby". Eli used to do the exact same thing, when we lived in New Mexico, and there were few places worth going to other than HL. So, I told her that. And that was all she needed. I tried to escape, not a blatant escape attempt, but more like "ok, let's go check out the albums". For the next half hour, no matter what aisle I found myself on, there she was, opening up more and more with each meeting. I gave no real feedback, I swear I didn't. I was polite..."oh, really?", and "that's funny", and that was about it for my contribution to the conversation, and all the while, I'm still trying to peacefully go about my shopping. Her Aunt moved in 4 years ago, temporarily, and still hasn't moved out. She is hoping that she'll meet someone soon, so she can dump her on them. She loves her, she really does, but her house is too full. Her two daughters, her 14 year old step-son, who is full of attitude, and 6 foot tall. They made room in the garage for their Harley, but didn't have room for the fully restored classic car her husband just inherited. The police officers where she works don't think she's very nice (as Silas suggested "she's a very nice lady"), b/c she doesn't take any crap from them, and yelled at one of them this morning, and threatened to send him on an animal call (apparently, this is the call the cops hate most) the next time she got one on dispatch. Ok, there is brain space I'll never get back. It is ALWAYS Hobby Lobby. Always. On a positive note, stickers were half off, and I got some great ones! ;) I am making the Grandparents scrapbooks for Christmas :)