Mind Your Own Beeswax!

I love talking to people.

I love listening to people.

I love being social.

I love being "out in public".

Especially with Kevin.

Call me vain, but I love it.

{Hmm. That probably plays a big factor into why I enjoy shopping so much.}

Lots of people.

I think it's fun.

I'm a weirdo, I guess.

{But not too much fun, because Kevin could tell you about all the nights I don't want to do anything but sit at home on my duff, doing noth.}

ANYWAYS..

let me get to my point/story.

I love reading.

As of late {ha, who says that?}

I have been engrossed in John Grisham novels.

They're fiction,

and packed with legal stuff that lawyers do,

thrilling plots,

and heart pounding action throughout.

SUCH fun reads.

I can't put them down.

Well,

since a lot of them tie into the law, IRS, FBI, or Mafia,

I've become quite more aware of all my rights as a U.S. citizen,

and learned more about our legal system.

{I really find it fascinating - I must get it from my parents}

With those two things in mind:
I was at work the other day and a customer comes up to me and starts making small talk.

Which should be no big deal,

because I love talking to people.

But I suddenly went on the defense and when he asked me:

"What's your husbands name?"

I blurted out:

"I don't think I really need to tell you that."

Uh, yea.

What freak says that?

It's Rexburg for peets sake.

I think I thought he might have been an undercover cop or something.

The guy took the hint though.

He hurried, paid, and left.

Then I started feeling bad about being so rude.

I'm never rude at work.

I'm paid to be nice.
Besides that, I like being nice!

I guess you could say these books are getting to my head.

I definitely made myself look foolish.

Gaa.

That was sooo dumb Audrey.