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Krogering and the AC repairman

As Willow's interactive story bunny, Abigail, says, "Ohhhh, this is going to be so much fun!" (http://www.hallmark.com/online/in-stores/storybooks/story-buddies/)
Two of Willow's most favorite activities happen today: going to Kroger and watching the AC repairman work.
Odd combo, huh?

Krogering

Willow loves venturing to Kroger.
At first I thought she liked watching the colors swish by as I pushed her and the shopping cart down the aisles. I also thought she liked the bright lights and the ability to quickly swipe things from the shelves or throw things out of the cart.
She likes all those things, but I've figured out what she really likes.
She likes the Old People Paparazzi.
You know these people, the gray-haired throngs that seemingly never leave the grocery store, those nice folks who seem to pop up in every aisle, waiting for a baby to swarm and coo-coo after.
You know the Old People Paparazzi.
Willow knows them too, and she's come to expect them when heading to Kroger.
She knows they'll be there, creeping among (almost as slow as me) the aisles (as all those younger folks zip through the store).
Willow expects them to be there.
And, like a movie star in front of the flashing cameras, she'll be ready to turn this cheek and that, ready to flush her cheeks on cue, ready to smile and be smiled at.
Willow loves the Old People Paparazzi.

AC repairman

Willow loves old people, but she absolutely adores men, the hairier an uglier and meaner the better, and if they're silver-topped, that's a bonus.
And thus one of her favorite people in the whole wide world is the grizzled AC repairmen who has been (quite unfortunately to me) frequenting our house recently.
He's got gray hair, a gray mustache and the gray attitude that Willow can't get enough of.
She loves him and follows him all over the house. She's even tried climbing up on him, which she usually reserves for family and Gymboree staff.
Willow has always liked men, and she has always loved hairy men. The meaner and grumpier the better.
I swear, if one of these bears growled at her, she'd giggle herself to death.
I'm sure it melts their hearts, but I don't know ... I'm too scared to look at them.
As for our upstairs HVAC unit, it ain't cooling anything, and we're supposed to find out today what's wrong with it and how much repairs (or replacement) is going to be.

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