Tom Thumb Mishap and "Sidewalk Social Scientist, Don't Get No Satisfaction From Your Cigarette"

Hiya!

The great cake mishap.

I visited Tom Thumb recently. It was in the evening, about 6:30 p.m.
It was my mom's birthday, and I very much wanted someone to write on the cake. Pretty much I wanted a standard Happy Birthday message.
Nobody was in the bakery area (that's acceptable, in the evening).

I went to the Deli and asked for someone who could write on a cake. The Deli employee called for assistance.
A few minutes passed, and no one came. It was long enough for me to start wondering, "where is everybody?"
Afterward, I went to the Deli once again and asked a different employee if anyone was even in the store who could write on the cake.
The short story: this employee came over to the bakery area. For some reason, he gave us the supplies, and a relative of mine, who wishes to remain anonymous, and I wrote on the cake ourselves. Who knew we could do it. I have never decorated a cake.
Here it is.

As we were walking away, a manager (I think!) who had been paged earlier, came over.
"Do you guys need some help?"
I said, "We did!" Then added, "We did it ourselves!"


A lyric from the song "11:59" by Blondie. I thought she was saying, "Sidewalk Social Scientist Don't Get No Satisfaction," however, she is actually saying:

"Sidewalk Social Scientist
Don't Get No Satisfaction From Your Cigarette"

I am including it because I like how Blondie philosophizes (By Blondie I mean Deborah Harry--even though the whole band is Blondie).
Even though she is not saying what I thought she said.

Here is an Obama button from 2008. Can you believe it?

Goodbye. Thank you for reading.
(The End).
Alice

North Dallas Homegirl

Don't Switch Horses Midstream, Sounding Like A Suburban B****, And Well, Random Photos

This is a photo of the car that was left running at Starbucks:

It is the car nearest the front. A dark SUV.

Here is a wonderful phrase. A relative of mine told me recently. I laughed: "No debes cambiar de caballo a la mitad del rio."
The translation is: Don't Switch Horses Midstream.
Stick to Your Plan.
Don't Give Up.

And, speaking of Starbucks (Here we go again), a "barista" recently called out my drink order while I was there. However, the whipped cream that I already had requested was not there. The short story is that I politely reminded her of the whipped cream. She--maybe in her mid 20s--gave me a dirty look. I realized that when I asked for the whipped cream, I must have sounded like a suburban b****. Which OF course, warrants a dirty look and then being nasty.
(I am not currently living in the suburbs, however, I do have roots).
The partial summation is: Don't Mess With My Whipped Cream.

In total summation, this can be a good thing.

I visited H+M, on tax-free weekend. It was at Northpark Mall. There was actually a long line for the dressing room. C'mon people, it's only H+M !

I tried to take some close-up pictures of accessories. This one is neat, I thought, but also includes the price of the accessories.

And:


Goodbye. Thanks for reading,

Alice
North Dallas Homegirl