I was giggling to myself while thinking about the purchase of my coffee table/trunk with friend Jen. Oh, here it is by the way. It's great! All I can say is, thank god for my friends like Jen. While we were out shopping, she was the one who encouraged me to take another look at the table, and she even gave me a coupon to put toward the purchase. I can be a bit commitmentphobic when it comes to purchasing bigger items, but with her support, I made it through the process. But then, there was the ordeal of getting the trunk into the Scion. Conveniently, we were able to pull up to the back entrance of the Pier 1 so the little wiry manager could struggle out the door with the giant box containing the trunk, and she pretty much single-handedly loaded it in the car herself. Jen and I adjusted the box, closed the door, and got back in the car. Then, we both turned around, looked and said, "Oh." Ginormous box was totally blocking my view out the rear window. For some people, this may not be a big problem, but this is me. I tend to have driving issues period. Backing out of a parking spot can be dicey even with a clear view. Really. Ask any of my friends who have no doubt been on a driving adventure with me. Chris can tell you about the yellow car phase. Shannon can tell you about....well, Shannon has a lot of stories filed away. Sadly. We've had a few mishaps.

Anyway, Jen and I discussed the driving issues briefly then scrambled out of the car to figure out the sitch. We decided to remove the trunk from its packaging and ditch the box. This required effort. My keys were used as a tape removing tool. We wrestled the trunk out of the box, figured out good placement in the car for minimum scratching risk, and broke down the cardboard to toss in the giant recycling bin. That was handy. We giggled a lot. All in all, I'd say we only spent about a half hour in the alley behind Pier 1 to work this out. I decided Jen is awesome. I'm forever grateful for my fabulous friends.

Sunday, while at the mall, I was leaving JC Penney when strange things started happening. First, let me stop and explain that I don't normally shop at the JC Penney. I went in there on a whim while passing by, because I remembered I'd seen a JC Penney shirt I kind of liked in a magazine, so I figured, I'm here. Why not? As I headed out of the store, I bumped into a former coworker who I hadn't seen in a while, but who Em had recently met up with again and had coffee. Small world stuff. She and I chit-chatted for a few. I learned that she had just celebrated her 44th birthday, and I told her she looks much younger, like in her early 30s, and she said thanks and proceeded to tell me about her birthday. At that point I noticed she was holding a fake fur coat, leopard print, I think, presumably to purchase, and I got totally distracted. I was like, is she going to wear that around? Maybe it's part of a Halloween costume or something.

We wrapped up our convo, and I once again continued to make my way to the door. Just as I was about to exit, a woman stopped me to say that she's a psychic and she noticed that there is a lot going on with my energy. She handed me her card and proceeded to explain that I have many things happening--changes-- with new choices to make. My spirit is trying to help me with my decisions. I should come in for a reading. I took her card and thanked her. Sometimes weird stuff like this happens, but it hadn't for a while, so I forget. Also, I think it was just talk to Megan day at the mall. I had a couple other random exchanges with strangers while I was there, so I decided I just have to embrace the weird vibe of the day. I doubt I'll go in for a reading. I mean, as much as I believe in these things, I'm not sure I want a psychic telling me what's what.

Casey and I watched the Brothers Bloom the other day and it was, well, strange. Not terrible, but odd. The cast is likable, and they did some unique things in terms of playing with time periods throughout the movie, blending the present with fashions and objects from times past. But, the story was so-so, and I had a hard time getting into it. I don't recommend.

Man, I'm annoyed with me. Now I've gone and lost my recent favorite rings. I have no idea what I've done with them. They are MIA. At least it's not as bad as the poor woman on our flight back from Phoenix who discovered she left her engagement ring on a little shelf in the airport bathroom. There were some heartbreaking sobs and sympathetic looks throughout that flight. But still. I don't know what my deal is. Now I'm accusing people of stealing things when they visit my home. Maybe I'm going bonkers.