i am seldom surprised. i am usually surprising. others, that is. hehehe.... mom has accused me of being an exceptional liar in pursuit of the great gotcha. i view that as a good thing. is the end result joy? was anyone hurt in the process? yes/no/done.
could it be that nobody surprises me because i see too much? is it a dying art? has all imagination gone from our lives?
the exception to this was last year on my birthday, courtesy of my cousin in far-off florida. i had posted a facebook status that read something like "heather really does want world peace. and some pie". i got a call at mom's shop from a local bakery. "will you be there for the next 20 minutes? we're delivering lunch to you." really??? cool. turns out they didn't have pie as such but they had a kick-ass quiche which is, technically, pie. it was perfect - the planets aligned, the world breathed deeply. surprise.
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:) i didn't realize how difficult you are to surprise, or i would have been more apprehensive. still, we make a pretty good surprising team, don't we?
ReplyDelete(meanwhile, your posts are sounding somewhat carrie bradshaw to me - making me want to read them all and rewatch every season of Sex and the City :)
Love you.
we do, we do.
ReplyDeletehmmm. i never watched sex and the city. should i be looking to start my own show??? that could be good...
love you, too. and thanks again for the pie.