Yesterday, at my local grocery, I was standing in the check out line, gently chiding the young man ringing up my purchases because he did not seem to know what many of the veggies were. I told him he needed to be eating more fresh fruits and veggies. He agreed and my mom-moment was complete.
Then I was distracted by a not so young lady (well along in her 20's) who came in to purchase cigarettes. She wore a pair of lime green, low cut sweat pants and across the just a little too wide expanse of her backside, in black block letters were the words: Love Pinky.
I'm glad I am too old to have a clue about this.
Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal wait in the green room at Cat TV.