Instead of staying in bed to recuperate yesterday, I embarked upon a massive Tamar-inspired, Get Yo’ Life endeavor that involved moving furniture, boxing up stuff for donations (Books! They are so heavy!) discovering ANOTHER sewing machine in the way-back part of the closet, and hands and knees, old school floor cleaning. It was a terrible idea, but I didn’t realize it until I was too far in to stop.
I had another bad PowerPoint experience today. Eighty slides. E-i-g-h-t-y. And, I’m not even checking email to see comments on revisions and refinements now because I’m done.
But, this funny thing happened today — well, three funny things, actually, and they all involve Russell Jenkins who is on his way to celebrity status.
1) Going on mid-morning walk, and we see Brendan, two-year-old friend and fan of RJs. Brendan (who is a baby who wears glasses, which is just the thing to make my heart melt) almost jumps out of the stroller screaming, “Russell! Russell!”
2) Then, Brendan and his mom go on their way, and who comes down the street but a friend and colleague of mine and her family — none of whom have ever met RJ, but he’s immediately recognized (probably from FB posts — that dog might need his own page.)
3) And lastly, just now, on the way home from the evening walk, I hear the beep-beep-beep of a car horn and then, “Hey, is that Russell Jenkins?” I kid you not, and I have no idea who it was. I’m assuming it was someone I know from work? From Facebook? (If it was you, let me know before fame goes to RJ’s head!)
I mean, who besides Corey Hart, wears sunglasses at night? Russell Jenkins, that’s who. Next thing you know, I’ll be getting a rider for his appearance at the dog park.