I hope the neighbors move out soon. They don’t appreciate my humor. One of my wackadoodle, completely useless talents is the ability to rhyme. And sing. My family is astonishingly tolerant of my bursting into song about whatever occurs to me, usually sung to a show tune or a hymn. Frequently ribald, sometimes just rude, other … Continue reading Testing the CBD
You know when you thought it would be soooo awesome to pourJello in the pool and bounce around on it? Yeaaaaah. No, we don’t have a pool at this vacation cabin in Yosemite, but this place we’re renting has a mattress that’s a remarkable approximation. Except it’s not a pool, it’s the size of a … Continue reading Remembering the Jello
So my cousins, aunt and I were driving in Sussex in 2014 and of course the English have roundabouts freakin' everywhere. Big ones, little ones, round and round you go. In Dorking (I love that name - DORKing) there's a roundabout with a statue of a 7' fowl in full plumage. Robert, at the wheel, … Continue reading Decorating Giant Silver Chickens
My mom is not one to complain, but when she couldn’t make her earphones work for the seatback entertainment system on the American Airlines ride home from Miami - LA, I tried to plug them in for her. “You know, deah,” she said mildly, “I DO know how to plug in a set of headphones.” … Continue reading Multi-Generational Travel…
Tossed our sorry asses outta bed at six...me, beloved and Blondie (the daughter), off to cuddle some stingrays (again... for those who don’t remember my prior adventures with a half-blind bitey stingray and would like to know, it’s in the menu for this blog). Stuffed ourselves into still-mildly damp swimming cozzies. Choked down breakfast and … Continue reading Turtles, Stingrays and Rusty Busses
We had dinner this evening at the upscale (read: $29 bonus charge) restaurant... actually, they call it a cafe... and for an extra 58 smackers on toppa our cruise fare, a cafe? Still, it was an incentive for booking, so we didn't actually pay for it. The Bayou Cafe. For all who know me, and … Continue reading From the Bloody Depths of Mudbug Soup…
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