Miss M's comment about liking my sister-in-law's dress reminded me of another occurrence during the baptism. That we encountered Robby's biggest fan, yet again. Let's just say that my brother's reaction to her was, "You better watch your baby," and...I can't say that I entirely disagree with that assessment.
So according to the unique woman, Sara's dress is "inspirational".... I mean I like it and all, but...interesting choice of words. That alone doesn't make her as nutty as we suspect, though.
We live in a small town that used to be the site of a mental hospital that just closed its doors one day and put the patients out on the street. Literally. It was quite the scandal. Now, it's been many years, and I'm not saying that that's definitely the case here, but you be your own judge.
This woman goes to our church. We see her fairly regularly, but didn't actually know her, or ever speak to her. The first meeting, Chris was out walking Harper, and she came rushing up to him saying, "How do I get out of here? I've got to get out of here!" He tried answering, "Well, downtown's that way", but that didn't seem to satisfy her.
#2. We were out to breakfast, and she was at the table next to us. She was either done eating, or not eating anything, and sat there staring our entire meal. As soon as Chris got up to pay, she came over to me, and started with, "He's so cute!" Ok, normal. And then proceeded to inspect his hands and have a lengthy conversation about whether I thought only old people got veins on their hands, and why didn't babies have veins on their hands. Mmm....k.
#3. During the baptism (after exuberantly congratulating me), the congregation was going up for communion, but my sister-in-law is not Catholic, so she remained in her seat. The woman came over to her, and told her about her dress. Sara smiled, and thanked her. The woman then said, "Oh Oh Oh! Do that again!" Sara, thinking she had lipstick on her teeth or something, smiled, and the woman gasped, "Are those your real teeth?!?!"
#4. She was at Walgreens yesterday, going car-to-car talking to people when I pulled in...and I admittedly hustled inside, hoping the entire time she wouldn't see me. I feel a little bad about this.
So...that's the story of our local "unique" woman. I suppose she's harmless, it just always ends up being a somewhat awkward conversation.