tinsely & bruley

You are at an outdoor mall, with your French Bulldog on a leash.  A toddler and his mother walk by, and you overhear the following conversation:

Toddler:  Wabbit!  Wabbitttt!  Wabbbitt!

Mother:  No, not rabbit.  Doggie.  Doggie!

Toddler:  NO, NOT DOGGIE!  WABBIT!

Then the mother embarrassingly shuffles her child away.  If only she knew my dog often gets mistaken for a rabbit or a cat or a pig or a hybrid of all three.

Oh, and a few people have been known to hum the “Batman” theme song when we walk by.

The old me would have eaten: Tuna mixed with mayo.  Mayo on the bread.  American cheese melted on top.  Chips on the side.

Today I ate: Tuna mixed with organic EVOO, lemon, and a dash of vinegar.  I chopped up a tomato, a green onion, some hearts of palm, sprinkled some organic feta in, and topped it off with some Lawry’s seasoning salt. Warmed up a piece of fresh sourdough toast and ate it like an open faced sandwich.  Washed it down with organic chocolate soy milk.  Amazing.

“A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit.”

Richard Bach (via ilovereadingandwriting)