Stamps

I was going to rant about the quality of boy bands these days and how I feel bad for the youngest generation of females because they didn't have NKOTB, N'SYNC, the Backstreet Boys, or 98 degrees. Although I do hear that 98 degrees is getting back together so there may be hope yet. And then I was going to introduce you to some actually good boy bands. Then I needed a stamp yesterday and couldn't find one in my purse. So instead, I'm going to tell you a story today. Enjoy.

I did a lot of stupid things as a child. Most of them were useless fun that didn't have any effect on anyone except for my sister who ever so smoothly(yeah right) handled my dumbness. Like the time I rollerbladed down our driveway and thought that a plastic lawn chair was going to stop be before I hit the gravel. That obviously ended badly. Or when we were playing tennis and I jumped into the underground water system filled with prickly weeds to hit a ball before it went in. She's there, then she's not. Or the time I got stuck in the baby helicopter at the movie theater for 10 minutes and then it started to move and it was a debacle. I got out with only my pride hurt. This was different though. My childish brain didn't register that I had done anything out of the ordinary. It was like any Friday at our house and we were pulling out of the driveway on the way to the cabin. I think I was about 4 or 5 this point and incredibly cute but a little dim. Before we could head on our way, my mom had to mail some stuff. And like always, she forgot to put a stamp on. So she jokingly asked the car if anyone had a stamp. And I was so excited because little did she know that I had two stuck to my cute little pudge of little girl stomach right next to my belly button. So I excitedly lifted up my shirt and go "I have two!" I didn't understand why everyone was laughing at me. Wasn't it normal to stick stamps to your stomach. And you have to remember that this was the early 90's. Sticker stamps hadn't been in circulation yet. They were those lick-n-stick kind that obviously I couldn't resist licking-n-sticking to my stomach. I handed it to her and she stuck it on the envelope and you bet your bottom that letter got out on time. All because my childish mind thought it was normal to stick stamps where they didn't belong. I've done some memorable things since then, but none will compare to that fateful Friday evening when I was the inadvertent hero who save the day with her belly stamps. Children are smarter than you think and have a sixth sense about what's going to be needed that day. That or I'm just special and its a miracle I turned out as "good" as I did.

But don't worry, I haven't forgotten about music thursday, and even though its Friday, here's a B-E-A-Utiful little number by City & Colour who I first saw on an episode of One Tree Hill and instantly fell in love. Enjoy! Cheers to the sticker stamps. Those licky ones were gross.