Odd doings..

Last night at Pub, Sherry and I sat there after Tim bugged out, completely worn to a nubbin by his travels and adventures (but hey, it was great to see him and he stopped by just to show he was safe!), we sat and drank and toasted friendship and talked and were approached by a gypsy girl. How do I know she was a gypsy? Well... she was dressed like one. Yellow bandanna tying her hair back, yellow dress with skirt about 2 inches above her knees, bodice cinched tightly, but not tightly enough to hide her cleavage. You know... a gypsy. Sherry and I thought she might have come from the Ren Faire, as she was carrying a tiny little wooden mug from which she would drink whatever it was she was drinking.

She sat at the far end of our table and made small talk with us until we waved her over to sit closer.
( Gypsy girl, oh Gypsy girl )

It's an interesting fact that nothing in my life is boring. There may be times when the world is slower than usual, but it is never, ever boring.

*edited due to most of this post being lost under a bad tag... grr.