The King of Vintage Beads

If you came here after seeing 'jewelry' in my profile, you have to go here and check this site out. Not only do they have the most delicious selection of beads and supplies (the long ago discontinued selection of Swarovski alone will kill you) but it is run by the most delightful man I have had the chance to talk to in at least a week.

Well, no, more than a week, really. The gastroenterology doc was quite humorous, but he was forcing some kind of tube/camera down my throat at the time, so he can only aspire to be semi-delightful.

So, not counting my husband, son and Michael Palin in the dream I had last night, Robert is the most delightful man I have spoken to in about a month.

Actually, it's been more than a month, too. Maybe I should break it down to time zones? His Royal Highness is easily the most delightful man I have spoken to from New York. Ever. Although, my father and his twin (also a Robert) were born in New York and they are both hilarious. Remind me sometime to tell you the story where my dad and I called my uncle pretending to be from the hospital he stayed in as a child after an ice skating accident, wanting to be paid the past due bill.

What mirth!

That was actually delightful, but that was nineteen, twenty years ago. I don't think that counts. Not if we are trying to figure out how recently my last delightful guy talk occurred.

Speaking of funny, have you read the latest Steve Martin book? That was pretty funny.

I saw someone fall down the other day and look around to see if anyone else had seen it. I tried to feel sad for them, but it was really kind of funny. I pretended not to see, though.

No, that was actually me.

Spending this much time on this goofy an entry is kind of funny, and so are the looks my middle kid is giving me because she wants to get on the computer now.