This afternoon I was coming home from some errands (iPod blasting Heather Nova) when I saw a woman approaching with the cutest, liveliest little mop of a dog. As I watched, it gathered its legs and bounded sideways over a puddle twice its own length, landing with a cheerful trot.
When I glanced up to the owner, I realized that the dog was familiar, because the owner was, too.
This time, you’ll all be happy to know, I was dressed like a grownup. A French grownup, even–and by some stroke of absurd luck I managed to have lip gloss on at the time. All better!