Or we could just yell it into the Bluetooth

John has decided it’s a good thing for me to have one night a week that is just… mine. (And of course I agree, though he has to usually take my hands out of the sink full of dishes or off of the toys I’m cleaning up and tell me that he can handle it and that I’m wasting minutes.) It’s his gift to me, wonderful, understanding, beloved man that he is. The gift of time. To do whatever I want to do. Which, as it so happens, would be to sit in a coffee shop for a few hours with my laptop and do the kind of writing that doesn’t make it to the blog.

Or to, you know, people watch.

I don’t know who is more entertaining: the older lady wearing every hue imaginable, several long chunky necklaces and a golfer’s cap–backward–or the younger one with her tennis shoes tossed aside, sitting on her knees in an overstuffed armchair with her laptop propped up at eye level by a stool. Or quite possibly the man who wants everyone to know he is a Very Important Businessman and also that he is Quite Accomplished With The Humor and basically YELLS his conversation while pacing the checkered floor, using hand motions liberally because, of course, he’s talking on his Bluetooth.

Tonight’s winner is probably the Taylor Swift lookalike two seats down from me, who is drinking her venti soy latte with great and practiced flair while flirting with the two young Marines in Abercrombie shirts across the room. A close second goes to the mother, daughter and aunt at the table in front of me, who are simultaneously perusing Cosmo while discussing the soap opera that seems to be their large family. Someone is pregnant and they think the other cousin’s husband might be involved and the other aunt has threatened to kill him. I do believe they have even my wonderfully crazy family topped with that one.

What can I say? I’m nosy. Unless you can think of a nicer way to say it.

Speaking of being nosy, tomorrow (or likely, TODAY, by the time you read this) should provide plenty of opportunity for indulging in such a thing. Over at YLCF, we’re hosting a “Peek Into Your Day” blog carnival, in which we all post a regular ol’ normal “day in my life” style blog post and then all link up at YLCF. The emphasis is on being REAL. (Bet you can’t guess whose idea this was. Certainly not the girl who writes this blog and should just wear a t-shirt proclaiming her affinity for authenticity. Hmm, that’s an idea…) I’m hoping for LOTS of opportunity to be a fly on the wall of some real households.

If you’re just now hearing about this, it’s not too late to join in the fun. Just write up a post about yesterday or the day before (remember, we want to hear about REALITY, so just tell it like it is) and link up. Fun, fun, fun.

Because I’m nothing if not inquisitive. And maybe a bit nosy.