Birth Defect; Law & Order; Ronnie Milsap; not interested

I did my laundry.  Some of you might know what a task it is to do laundry at a laundry mat with a four month old (13+ pounds).  Carrying her and the laundry is not easy.  I'm probably too brave on that account, actually.

While doing laundry, I saw a mom and dad with their two children.  One of them was a little girl (about 9 to 12 months old: I don't know how big those age of kids are and I won't until my daughter is that big.)  This little girl had been born with cleft lip - the same birth defect I was born with.  I've seen a few cleft lips on babies in this town.  I almost always talk to the mom about it.  I did this time, at least.  

"Hi!  Ya know, I was born with cleft lip and cleft palate, too!", as I looked at her daughter, who hasn't yet had the surgery to close it up.  The mom said, "She doesn't have the cleft palate."  The mom looked at my face (my lip, really) and smiled.  I said, "Yeah, you can tell I have it if you really look, but that surgery was done 24 years ago!  Now the surgery is so advanced that no one will ever be able to tell your daughter had it unless someone tells them."  I was so excited to see a baby with cleft lip.  I said, "Is she getting her surgery soon?"  The mom looked at the father (well, we both did) and she said, "Yes, next month on the twentieth!"  The mom looked at my daughter who was facing the other way and I said, "Oh, she wasn't born with either.  My dad had cleft lip and sub-mucous palate, though.  Did her doctor check to make sure that her palate is all the way closed up?"  She said, "Yep, it's all closed up."  

(I talk a lot, don't I?  I'm not really afraid to talk to strangers unless I just have nothing to say or nothing in common with them.)  We said bye and went our own ways in the laundry mat.  I sat on one of the benches, waiting for my clothing to finishing drying.  (Addendum to original blog post:  As I walked away, I heard the mom say, "That's one of the nicest white girls ever."  They were African American / black.  I was happy to hear that!)  All of sudden, I heard a noise that only comes from one television show.  Law and Order.  The father of the little girl had his text messages ring with the Law and Order caption sound.  If you've seen Law and Order more than 5 to 10 times, I'm sure you know the sound I'm talking about.  I was a little jealous.  I want the Law and Order: Special Victims Unit theme song as my ringtone!  Hehe.

On the way home from the laundry mat, a song came on.  This one:

I wanted to roll down the windows and blare this song.  I love the sound!  I couldn't though.  My daughter was in the backseat, sleeping in her car seat.  Darn.

I was almost home when I saw a truck with a good-looking guy in the truck bed.  I live near a university.  It was one of the university's maintenance trucks.  He was looking at me from the truck bed.  I lowered my visor.  I'm not interested.  I continued singing.

That's my Saturday, so far!