Today I went to a kick off party for my brother-in-law, Kevin Bondonno.
He is running for city council here in our fine town of Redwood City.
He is for families, for fair housing
and all other kinds of upstanding citizenry.
I showed up to do what I could and lend a helping hand.
That's what family does.
So as I'm filling my plate, a friend happens by.
And she says that she has been reading my blog. Enjoying it even.
That makes me feel fantastic.
And then she says she missed a few days
and was reading up on the ones she missed.
And then she says that she read about a certain blog involving spices.
And I just started laughing.
Because she IS the old college friend that had happened upon me
and my sisters in World Market
in the midst of the cardamom-in-the-teeth scandal.
"I realized I was the one you were writing about," she said.
"Hope that's okay," I laughed....
wondering immediately if I had anything in my teeth at present.
"Yes, it's nice to know the rest of the story....
and I didn't notice any spices in your teeth."
I could have squeezed her.
So apparently only Jenny and Erica got to witness the spice infestation.
Sometimes we thank God for his bounty.
Sometimes for his love and for his grace.
And sometimes we are just really truly thankful
that only a few people witness our humiliating moments.
So today was a banner day for Kevin. The following of a dream.
That's good stuff.
And today was a good day for me, too.
Lori only noticed me and my sisters having fun together,
not the appalling amount of cardamom lodged in my bicuspids.
That's good stuff, too.