Buff

When you least expect them, cool compliments come.

After my now-usual fruit and oatmeal bread breakfast and bringing Neatnik to Vacation Bible School, I needed to run some errands. We are hosting a playdate at our house this afternoon, so I wanted to pick up some supplies at the craft store. I parked in their lot, stashed the stuff I bought in the minivan, and then traipsed over to the library with my returns in tow. While I was checking out my books, the circulation desk clerk commented on my recent weight loss. She said I was looking very fit and all buff.

Buff! I've never been described as buff in my entire life.

What a great day this is! I don't even care much that we are hosting a playdate simply to distract me from the return of the grout guy to fix the mistake he made with the floor tiles at the beginning of July or that it is hot, humid, and likely to rain this afternoon or that I decided to undo four rounds of single crochet on the top of the Interminable Pink Panda String Bag or that I am unlikely to score any sock knitting time this afternoon.

I'm buff!