Girlie Talk

I brought The Girlie back from LA with me yesterday. We blasted music and danced in our seats. It was a beautiful drive through Malibu and the coastal route home to MudHole.

At one point, the music got quiet and acoustic. We both became a bit introspective and alone in our thoughts. We watched the waves and a plethora of surfers awaiting the right wave.

The girlie reached over and lowered the volume and said, "Something is going on with tomatoes!" and then promptly turned the volume back to normal.

She didn't want an explanation. She just wanted to warn me because she knows I like tomatoes. "Thank you," I stated over the music. She smiled and went back to her thoughts while adjusting the skirt on her American Girl doll.