Lost in Lady Town

How does one get lost in Lady Town? She uses her nose to guide her way. Now, we are all aware that our nose cannot lead us to the exit, but can lead us to some very unique and interesting scents on a path to manywhere.

Some may argue that using your nose to find the exit would be a good way to find yourself leaving a regular town, but lady town is so full of scents everywhere you go, tempting scents to distract you from your path. Lady Town may sound amazing, but it truthfully is deceiving. Every storefront is covered in ivy and flowers, and every spot in town smells different and more wonderful than anyone could ever begin to imagine, but once you are in Lady Town, there really is no getting out.

Luckily I found a way to stray from this Town, I go peek over the hedges every once in a while, but I'm too hesitant to actually go back. Lost for many days or years, I'm not sure, but it was too long for me.

A town founded on beauty and charm, but actually seems to be eerily ugly beneath the surface is no place for a lady like me.

May is too special to be merely a month. May should be the length of the year, and then the sun would shine all year round. And there wouldn't be April showers, but there would be May flowers! And the land would be covered in basket weaved moss and wildflowers that would fill the air with sugary scents of freshness and dew.

Bubblegum Eyelashes

Sofia got bubblegum in her eyelashes this morning. Nobody knows where she found the bubblegum to begin with. She should have been more careful, she definitely knew better, she is 31 years old. That seems old enough to be responsible for keeping bubblegum out of your eyelashes. She works at the bank. Can you imagine trusting the teller, who is handling all of your money, when she lets bubblegum get all tangled up in her eyelashes. I guess she used peanut butter to try to get it out, but seems like it would have been messy, didn't ask what the outcome was, didn't care I suppose. Once someone said that ice helps. I didn't tell Sofia that, maybe I should have. She will figure it out, she has to go to work anyway and it would be a good way to get fired with a mess on your face. We are going to dinner later, I hope she feels better. I'm not letting her get bubblegum ice cream for dessert, that is her favorite. It might just be a good idea to take a break for a little while. Or maybe to only chew it when I'm out of town, so I don't have to pretend that I feel sorry for her, I don't really. Sure, I have been in sticky situations and made messes with food, but never as much as Sofia. This isn't the first or the second or the third, more like the 500th time she has done something like this. Might be for attention, maybe she gets bored with being regular. Who knows. Too bad I like her too much and don't want to hurt her feelings by telling her that I care in the way that it is bothersome to me. Maybe it actually doesn't bother me that much after all.

Sir Gypsy

I found a gypsy man in my backyard this morning. He was just dancing around a fire he had built out of sticks and wood particles, they were the remains of the deck my pet croc ate (his name was freshie and he went on to glory last spring.). I watched out the window for a good 25 mins before I made my next move, which just so happened to be a friendly, "hello mister". He smiled and waved and said hello in the most peculiar voice, all while dancing his little heart out.
Should I join him, should I introduce myself, should I call someone over for safety, then it hit me. I should give the man a hug, a big warm welcome hug. I wasn't afraid and I don't know why, he just seemed so familiar. He was strong and by the feel of his touch, I could tell he had been doing this hugging thing for probably thousands of years. The gypsy man didn't say anything, but kissed my forehead and I left for work. My gypsy wasn't there when I got home, but he left me a copper medallion with some inscription that I can't make out. It was propped up against the sliding glass door.

Sometimes when I see that medallion I wonder if he was real or if I just coincidentally found that copper coin on the same day I hallucinated a gypsy. I think he was real, I even think he is one of those special ones and lived when the dinosaurs lived. Gypsy may have once been one of the dinosaurs. I think he would have been a great Brachiosaurus. He was good. I'm glad to know that day and remember it as well.

I miss him.