Gotta love the South


One day last week
I went around town half the day
with a sticky-back star stuck on my forehead –
placed there by little hands early
and forgotten about
before leaving the house.

And nobody said a word to me about it. 🙂

About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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7 Responses to Gotta love the South

  1. april1974 says:

    That picture makes me smile because his eyes are smiling. I love smiling eyes.


  2. We all just thought you’d starred yourself for a perfectly good reason. 🙂


  3. Giggling.

    Better than discovering nobody told me my pants were unzipped.


    • Marilyn says:

      This, too, has happened to me… the South. Quite a few years ago. After I discovered it myself, they all said, “Yeah, we saw that, but didn’t want to say anything.”

      Still, I do love an awful lot about the South.


  4. suz says:

    I feel ya!


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