There’s a shop in Maine that sells tiles. Not the usual kind for kitchen and bathrooms, though the salesperson said someone bought enough to make a serious statement in their bathroom. The tiles have quotes, most worth repeating. I suppose, reading the handwriting on the wall could take the place of the old Sears catalog.
My friend, Gail, and I stood in the shop, flipping tiles and disgracing ourselves in public with uncontrolled laughter. Who couldn’t identify with, “My favorite exercise is doing diddly squats.” But the one I ended up buying for myself, read,”I hate it when I think I’m buying organic vegetables, but when I get home they’re just regular donuts.”
Don’t you hate it when that happens?!
P.S. This blog is dedicated to my son on his birthday today. Thanks, Chad, for making me laugh, expanding my vocabulary, and pushing me to get a new knee. We’re even now. Sorta.
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