All You Need to Know About Ron Martin

Last night we made a quick trip to Hobby Lobby to buy some decorative sand. Why decorative sand? Well, it's . . . decorative. We bought some really cool tall square candles in Estes Park (they were fifty percent off), but of course, don't have any square candlesticks (which is why, maybe, they were fifty percent off). So, Ron being the brilliant and talented man that he is, pulled out two little juice glasses from our "pretty stuff" cabinet and says all we need is some decorative sand. Hence, the quick trip to Hobby Lobby.

We arrived about 7:40, a good twenty minutes before the store was supposed to close and discovered, to our amazement and bewilderment, that they'd moved everything around (not that we'd have known where the decorative sand was before the shuffle, but that's really neither here nor there). Ron asked the manager where it was and he pointed us in the right direction. Before I knew it, Ron was two football field lengths ahead of me. "Roooonnnnnn," I yelled. He stopped turned around and said,
*gasp*
"I'm so glad,"
*gasp*
"you told me"
*gasp*
"to slow down."
*gasp*

And there you have it. That's Ron Martin in a nutshell. Always running. Always going full speed ahead. Waiting for someone to tell him to slow down.

Which I do .

More often than you want to know.