I’ve just returned from the market and I’m eating a sammich (turkey, Swiss, avocado, tomato, mayo) and a peach. I bought the peach during a sale last week and all the pretty peaches had been taken. Since I was gonna eat the peaches, I was content to take firm, ugly peaches, and guess what? They’re still delicious. There’s a metaphor in there, in case you didn’t notice.
Moo wore her/my/the gray USMC sweatshirt to the market, which the man behind the counter noticed. He said, “I think your daughter’s shirt misspelled ARMY,” and that turned into a whole long veteran convo about shit I truly do not miss, which is why Moo and I went on shopping, leaving The Mister there to jaw-jack about whatever sounds to me how our lip gloss convos must sound to him.
You know how people have gaydar? My husband has vetdar. It’s good for him. It reconnects him to parts of himself that he can’t express or enjoy fully otherwise. He gets a charge out of it, which I appreciate. However, one thing you can say about empaths runnin into one another, at least we’re fuckin quiet about it.
I suppose whoever we are, wherever we go, we notice people who are like us.
I was flat-out hangry, y’all.
I’ll be back after I take Moo out for lip gloss. (She no longer wears her blackberries.)