A Proclamation

I am officially a dork. Not that that is news to those who really know me, but it is humiliating when the universe is bent on helping me recognize it. It seems as though I am presented daily with opportunities to display my dorkiness. Like today:

This morning was Breakfast with Mom and the annual Book Fair at Logan's elementary school. I am on my way out, almost stepping into the crosswalk, my arms loaded with books and my mind very much elsewhere, when an SUV pulls by. I hear someone yell, "Hey, beautiful!" It happens in a flash. I look up. The window is rolled down and someone I mistake for my friend Monique Decker is looking right at me waving furiously. The thing is, now--when I have time to consider it--my logical mind knows that Monique's kids do not attend Logan's school and there is no way she would be driving an SUV in the school parking lot this morning, but in that moment...well, I broke out in a huge smile and waved just as vigorously.

It was midwave when I realized she was waving to the diminuative Asian crossing guard standing only about four feet in front of me. Oh, how I wish subtlety was in my nature. Instead I just jump into life with both feet and think about it later. But it is good for a laugh. Like afterward in the parking lot I told a couple of my friends about it. Their reply? "Of course you did."

See? It doesn't surprise them anymore either. They know I'm a dork. But they also know I am able to laugh about it. Like when I pulled up at a light on my way home and heard a honk. I looked over and there was my friend with her window down, waving furiously and yelling, "Hey, beautiful!" Apparently the universe isn't the only one with a sense of humor.