It's a small small world

My mother sent my birthday card this week, over 10 days early. She's so lovely, in it she drew a little flying heart, with speed lines trailing after it and wrote, "Fly to your heart." I know it was a moment of inspiration because she knows what I am going through.

I mentioned the earliness of the card when next we spoke and she said, "Oh, so that's where it got to - I was looking for it today!"

Yes, it reached its destination...but by mistake!

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I went to the interview today. The recruiter was American. She told me she'd lived in America and Canada.
Where in Canada? Toronto. I have relatives near there!
Where in the US? Texas. I used to live there!
I said, "Small world!"

But it was set to get smaller:
Where in Texas? "A small community called Kingwood..."
I exclaimed, "Oh my god, I lived in The Woodlands!"

(Kingwood and T.W. are both beautiful planned communities set in the pine forests north of Houston.)

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I know it's an interesting social experiment for reality TV, but you don't go swapping a property heiress with a toilet cleaner.

I knew what the heiress felt like, wanting to spit while cleaning the men's urinals and the stench of it making her eyes water...but I didn't feel sorry for her.

I actually felt sorry for the toilet cleaner who was forced to live a luxurious, moneyspending lifestyle. She didn't like it. Just for a manicure, facial, and pedicure, she spent 130 pounds. Cleaning toilets makes her 50 pounds per week.

She is discontent and wants to be a social worker one day. Benefit: she might finally find the confidence to walk into college and the motivation to pursue her dream.

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I've been meaning to post this picture for a long time. Jason, Vanessa, Johnny. Part of the Fabulous Four is missing: Olivia. Look, that person even got out the chair to leave an honorary place for me!