Just want to throw this out there quickly…the blueberries that I bought at Meijer this weekend are incredible. Normally, blueberries are really bland (when they’re not cooked in pies or pancakes, anyway), and so I was skeptical when I put them on my cereal yesterday morning. But they’re soooo good. I want to eat the entire container.
On a non-blueberry-related note, I think I’m turning into a stalker. Okay, not really. But there’s this little girl that rides the same bus as I do on Tuesday and Thursday mornings (at 8:10) and I can’t help but wonder where she’s going and to whom she belongs. She’s adorable. Proabably around 7 years old, and she wears pink shoes, pink snowpants, a pink coat, and has a pink backpack and bright red hair. SO CUTE. So anyway, what’s a 7-year-old doing riding a bus? Where’s she going…doesn’t school start at 8:00? And where are her caregivers? There’s usually a middle-aged bearded man (who reminds me of Paul Giamatti…except not creepy) sitting next to her that could be her father, but I’ve never really seen him give her any attention. Maybe she’s somehow related to the bus driver? I don’t know, but if I were her mother, I would certainly not let her ride the bus unattended with all the college students and crazy people that take that bus. Just sayin’.
On a non-blueberry-, non-stalker-related note, Paul has a job interview! In the Quad Cities! Next Tuesday at 10:30. Send up some prayers for him! And send some up for me at the same time, I have a midterm.