The one about The Scrapbook Lady
There is a sweet older lady that lives down the street. I met her in a family history class at church last May. I like her because she carries plastic bags with her when she walks her little dogs. (guess what the bags are for--yep) I like her for other reasons, too.
This morning she came by to invite me to her Salt City candle party she is having this week. She couldn't remember my name so she just wrote