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Well, I had started buying the assorted Easter paraphernalia–baskets, Easter grass, chocolate, toys–when I was informed that my lil’ grandchildren faced a candy-less Easter because the National Guard check had yet to arrive.  MeeMaw to the rescue!  I delivered the items that I had on hand. 

Today, after a hurried trip to the feed store to buy feed before they closed, I realized that I had not replenished my Easter supplies–MeeMaw had best not be out of goodies for the grandkids on Easter!  I had run up to the feed store after performing some outdoor chores–weed chopping, fence mending, chicken house shoveling–and was dressed accordingly, all sweaty, dirty, and with lank, damp hair.  All in all, a horrible/scary sight, no doubt. 

I have in the past noticed that when I’m all clean and perfumed and well dressed that I don’t ever see anybody I know, but when I smell like dirt and chicken house and sheep barn with horse boogers on my shirt and sheep pee on my shoes, I run into everybody I know.  That held true today, unfortunately.  I ran into several co-workers that don’t even LIVE in my town but were frantically searching for Easter supplies.  I ran into friends I hadn’t seen for ages and unfortunately, concentrating on being invisible didn’t render me as such.  They all had on clean clothes.   Their nails were freshly manicured and hair was freshly styled.   The men, too, were all nice and clean and didn’t look like they’d spent the afternoon scrubbing down the gas grill.

I eventually wound up with my Easter stuff and slunk out of the store, only to be hailed by two more friends. 

Now to get started on the cooking and the cleaning of the inside of the house before tomorrow.