Catnip

Moving to the FM has not made any difference in my strange ability to draw every weirdo in the tri-county area to me. Just this morning, as I was being dropped off at my hair appt, there was a guy who stopped what appeared to be his morning constitutional and waited for me to exit the vehicle. He then serenaded me with a few bars of a made up tune and smiled as I said hello and waked into the salon. It was very sweet. Hopefully all of my encounters will be like this one–cute, quick and easy to walk away from. xo