Epiphany #1

After church this morning, Richard, Reagan, and I went to HEB to buy groceries. We ran through the store and filled the buggy up and made it to the checkout when Reagan said, "Gotta pottie!" So, I took her into the family restroom at the front of the store. It had the coolest new hand dryer EVER. It was a Dyson brand and you stick your hands down into it and pull them out slowly and it literally blew all the water off. Seriously, when I pulled my hands out, they were really dry. I stepped out the door and told Richard he had to see this - after all, it is the family restroom. That does mean any family members can be in it, right? Anyway, after he finished dying laughing at me, he told me at that moment he realized he really had married a country bumpkin. He said to him, my saying, "Honey, come here, you have to see this," sounded more like, "Huney, come on in here, you gotta see this here new fangled hand drying thingermajig." After I got over being mad at his laughing at me, I realized maybe I am just a little bit country, and maybe I like it that way!!