Tatiana's Doppelganger

You guys have to hear this.  We went to the diner this AM and our waitress had an accent.  And it sounded Russian.  Or Slavic, I should say.  Anyway - get this - she had long, blond hair in a thick braid down her back...and green eyes, just like the sea.  She was adorable and I was too shy to ask where she was from (some people get tired of always being asked, ya know?  I didn't want to be a pest) but the table next to me did.  And you know what she said her accent was?  RUSSIAN.  I was beside myself.  If I had guts, I'd have asked her for a picture for the blog.  But how am I supposed to explain THAT?  I was sitting there thinking of how I should tell her about the book...but the blog?  She'd have thought I was a freak.

I have no guts.  But Shannon does.  I think we're going to have to hit the diner for lunch next week.  We'll have to take the kids.  I've got two - she's got four.  By the time we're finished, the waitress (whose name I'm now dying to know and if she tells me Tatiana I'll run screaming from the place) will undoubtedly take a photo just to get us to LEAVE!