the light fixture that no one likes, except me.

Once upon a time I was cleaning my kitchen and the doorbell rang. I opened the door to the tiniest, smallest, most angelic soccer superstar I'd ever seen. And I mean tiny. Like 3 foot nothing. She smiled and identified herself as 'Megan, the soccer the player'. She was precious. And small. She asked me a question.

"Do you have any pop cans?"

I stood silent. Not because I didn't know what to say but because I was measuring up her girth and checking out her little birdie arms and their pop can carrying potential. They looked worthy.

"Why, yes I do." I said. You're about to become your team hero, I thought to myself. "Hold on tight chickie," I said, "I hope you're feeling brawn-ish."

Her face lit up when I returned with two enormous blue bags filled to the brim with pop cans. I figured two was enough since each bag was actually taller than she was. Plus, I didn't want to injure the wee child.

"Wow! Thanks", she said grinning ear to ear. "Oh, and by the way, I love your light fixture."

And I love you, I thought adoringly as she waddled off enveloped in a sea of blue.




Anyway, don't forget about my giveaway. Two more sleeps.