I baked cream scones this morning for some friends who came over for brunch. We had mimosas too.
A wise woman, who I admire greatly, once sang:
I want the world
I want the whole world
I want to lock it all up in my pocket
It's my bar of chocolate
Give it to me
Now!
I want today
I want tomorrow
I want to wear 'em like braids in my hair
And I don't want to share 'em
I want a party with room fulls of laughter
Ten thousand tons of ice cream
And if I don't get the things I am after
I'm going to scream!
Yum. See, I want it ALL!!!
I spent the afternoon and evening with BiL Wayne and Sister Anne. I hadn't seen them in 2 weeks. It is hard to be just a few miles away and not be able to see them. It will not be that long before I see them again.
Canadian Olympics coverage is hockey heavy.
I have had several spats with the U.S. Customs guys when I drive back from Canada with unpasteurized cheese and various meat sausages...most of the guys don't even know the correct rules, they just leaf thru a huge binder of various regulations and declarations and make a whimsical decision. So I got the guys at the Quebec cheese and sausage shops to mislabel everything for me...lamb sausages became chicken sausages, unpasteurized cheese lost that designation. Somehow there are still operations selling unpasteurized cheese around here, not sure how they get away with it, but they do.
p.s. evidently the answer is that the cheese has to be aged a certain period of time...
I attached a baseball card to my wheel with a clothes pin so it would make a really cool noise when it thwacked the spokes. Good times. I also had a basket.
I had neon spoke straws on my 10-speed.
As for my tricycle, it was a two-time handmedown from my older brothers. It already had the South of the Border bumpersticker on the back step. When I was six, I could beat my 9 yo brother on his two-wheeler.
Aging myself again, in 1976, our local 'hood held a bicentennial celebration at the ballfield/shopping center (Bdevil knows of what I speak). There was a big tricycle race, but my parents had not brought my tricycle along with us, and they insisted there was not time to go back and get it. I had to borrow someone else's trike which was a POS, and the handlebars were too low for my long legs and my knees kept knocking them. I was HORRIBLE! The winner? A kid named BETSY ROSS. I kid you not. I lost to Betsy Ross on the 4th of July.
It still burns.
BTW, this story is going in my book, so consider it a sneak preview!
^ when I was a kid riding a bike, they hadn't even invented neon yet...