Little Bear

If you follow me on Instagram, you might have seen a picture of this little dish. I took the first picture when I was at the Salvation Army thrift store on Saturday with Neil. I saw this little bear dish and thought it was really cute, but for some reason I didn't buy it. Of course, as soon as I got home I wish I had. The store is closed on Sundays, but I knew I'd be driving by Monday morning on my way to the dentist. I had meant to leave the house early so I could stop before my appointment. Turns out I left later than I wanted and didn't think I'd have time to stop, so I went to the appointment first. I figured if the little bear dish was still there after I got done, then it was meant for me to get it.

Turns out, Rick called me after my appointment and wanted to meet me for lunch. That took another hour. I figured if the bear was STILL there, then it was DEFINITELY meant for ME to get it. Imagine my disappointment when I finally got into the store and didn't see it. I practically sulked. As I was turning around to leave, I spotted it. It had gotten moved several feet down the shelf. I practically leaned over a lady to grab it. After all, it was meant for ME! So, feeling quite happy and smug with myself, I walked to the register and dug out five quarters from my wallet while I waited in line. There are two registers, and most of the time everyone waits in one line and moves to the next available cashier. Well, for some reason, the lady behind me didn't want to wait, so she cut in front of me and went to the other register. For a second I was a little peeved — don't mess with me when I'm in the thrift store — but then I looked down and saw my little bear dish in my hand, and all was well in the world.

I have decided to name him Little Bear — and now, he needs some huckleberry taffy to hold.