Whoops – that was not mine…

the package I opened.

the sandwich they gave me.

the breakfast bowl she served.

the correct answer to the question.

the person I thought was a friend.

the car I walked up to in the parking lot.

the shopping cart that was next to me.

the coffee they were serving.

It’s that time of year when everything is fast and furious…What’s yours is mine unless it’s not mine and then – well – that’s kinda awkward. Or, it’s on purpose and that is something entirely different.

~ Dawn aka Hat Girl