I'm walking around in the backyard of a two story house trying to find my way to the front door. There are flowers everywhere and a vegetable garden. There are chain linked fences surrounding each house. It is grandma's house and I am not sure where to go. A woman, hunched over looks up at smiles. It is Reese Witherspoon and she is harvesting lettuce, carrots and beets. She points to the front door which miraculously appears before my eyes. I thank her profusely, a little star-struck and unable to say much more. I think to myself, "woah, Reese Witherspoon is grandma's neighbor. I have to blog this!"
I feel the overwhelming need to explain my "don't let me turn into my mother" post and the whole taotaomona thing. No I don't. Yes I do. No I don't. I'm a little moody tonight. Can ya tell?