I ran a quick errand to Target yesterday with the Nellabean–an in-and-out trip where I didn’t even need a cart. It was crazy busy and I found a line behind two other carts heaped with groceries where I waited and was soon joined by a few others behind me. I balanced Nella in one arm and my plastic basket in the other, full of the few things I needed which were far too heavy for a basket and I should have grabbed a cart, but this happens all the time and now, I just do it to prove to myself I don’t need a cart. Anyhoo, here I am standing there with all these people and my barbell basket and my sweet little kitten…and Nella rips one. Loud and long. Like the floors kind of shook. And I feel that rush of blood to my face and all I’m thinking is, “Oh my Gosh, they think it was me.” And I’m horrified. And wonder if I should say something. So I did. I did what every other self respecting woman would do and looked first in front of me and then behind and loudly proclaimed right there, in aisle 3…That wasn’t me. I thought it would be funny–like they would all laugh and think, What a funny little mom. But, alas, the people of Aisle 3 did not think it was funny. I got…crickets. No one smiled. And no one laughed. And I felt like a complete butthead.
With that out of the way, a sweet little video of Smiley Girl. And, I apologize…I sound like I’m audtitioning for a church choir. But I made up that song and, despite its churchiness, I was proud and Nella smiles every time I sing it to her. She knows its hers. She feels the love, man.
Prepare to swoon.
Click HERE to see Smiley.