another installment of an "only me" moment. he he. i know you love those. so we were at an end of summer party (end of summer? dang!) saturday night and we took the new puppy. it was her first real night at home, and we couldn't leave her. she was a hit. people who hate dogs were begging to hold her. ok, not really, but a guy who doesn't really like pets let her sleep on his lap all night. and he gave her an orange towel to lay on.

the orange towel was all crumpled up and looked like someone spilled clorox on it. actually, it looked like many of the towels at my house. at the end of the night, the nice friend who owned the towel told me to take it home that night because crosby seemed to really like it. i thought that was pretty sweet.

yesterday i texted her and said "crosby loves the towel you gave her. she sleeps with it every night."

she texted back and said "actually, i'd like that towel back when you get a chance. my daughter's aunt made it for her birthday and it's kind of special."

oh! and here i was thinking it was just an old clorox-stained towel. i felt bad for just assuming my dog could keep the towel. but really, i thought it was straight out of the rag bag. i was a little perplexed at why it was so special.

i put the phone down and went to get the towel out from under the slumbering puppy. i uncrumpled it and really looked at it for the first time. in the coolest font ever it said the daughter's name in white letters across the whole front of the towel. it wasn't a clorox stain at all. it was cool. really cool. and if i would have known that it was a towel like that, i never would have assumed the dog could have it.

a head smacker if there ever was one.