Walk Like You're Cool

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This husband of mine…

Loves Hobby Lobby…we’ve had many-a browsing dates…at the old Hobs Lobs…he heads off to the craft section…in search of manly do-dads…for whatever his next project might entail…

His lovely wife browses the everything else sections…knowing something not needed…will tickle her fancy…then we look together…checking the sales…looking for lost little orphan trinkets…who are begging us…to give them a home…

This time…though…our mission was serious…flowers for our cemetery visit…no dilly dallying…turn left…eyes straight ahead…go directly…to the plastic bouquet section…

Then he whispers…walk like you’re cool…

My Mr. does this sometimes…out of the blue…will say…walk like you’re cool…and then we’re supposed to swagger down an aisle…or parking lot…like we’re James Dean or Marshall Dillon or something…

But our groove was off…because this old gal didn’t hear…or wasn’t listening…take your pick…what…you have to pooh...she says…

He stops…and turns…how did you get…I have to pooh…out of walk like you’re cool…he asks…then moving his face…an inch from mine…he drawls…

Walk…like…you’re…cool…

And up his collar goes…the Hobby Lobby aisle swagger begins…with his Festus sidekick…fumbling along…feeling like a goof…but laughing anyway…because this walk like you’re cool thing…gets the old gal every time…

And this husband of mine…agrees...