I "Booked" a lady working the gas station's deli counter today. She seemed a little tired. Like she could use a random act of kindness.
In return I got the biggest baked potato I've ever seen, and a smile to match.
I love Booking people. It just makes my day!
One girl I Booked outside a restaurant messaged me after realizing that I was the author of one of her favorite books. I was already gone. Whoosh! I'm like a ninja gifter--swift, and maybe a little scary.
Probably a lot scary.
I know I was to the family trying to eat donuts in the 70/70 (temp/humidity) Texas morning outside Round Rock Donuts in (you got it) Round Rock, TX. When I Booked 'em there were donut bits lingering on chins and big bites halted mid-squish.
At least nobody choked.
There was a woman in a gas station/food mart bathroom that looked like she could use a cheering up, but somehow getting Booked in a bathroom seemed like it might not go over too well.
(I'm chuckling here, thinking about handing one under the stall divider. Yeah, that would be a little psycho, even for me.)
Other random thoughts, to share with you, my blogettes...
I understand why a lot of Texas women sport big hair. It's not just to keep with the "everything's bigger in Texas" motto. Uh-uh. It's the humidity. You should see my hair. Limp-Locks here has Texas-sized hair. It's up and out and proud. Like a head of six-shooters sticking out every which way, ready for action.
(There's no taming Texas hair. Just go with it, girls. You fight it, you will lose.)
The guy who announced us at BookPeople in Austin was crazy. (Random thoughts, I tell you. Don't expect segues!) He stood on the table to announce us, and the introduction was so funny. And he instantly laced the Sammy Keyes shoelaces I gave him into his high-tops. 'Nuff said!
Well, other than that it's drying right now.
Living out of suitcases is an art.
I'm in the finger-painting phase.
Toll charges in Texas are confusing, stressful, and unfriendly. No instructions. No booth people to approach for clarification. Just confusing lanes and flashing lights and honking horns. If we come home to tickets for toll violations, I'm gonna march my Texas hair back to the Lone Star State and have some big words with the Toll Rangers. Their system stinks.
And that is all for tonight! Tomorrow is a huge day, with 3 presentations and a long drive into Louisiana.
It is also our son's birthday.
The first one we'll have missed since his birth-day.
And before I get all sad about that again, let me say thank you so much for checking in, and good night!