Still chuckling over the granddaughter's first exposure to frog-eye salad. She was pretty panicked at the thought of eating frog's eyes. Was super-relieved to find it included marshmallows.
And I'm remembering those quail I saw. They were all perched in a row along the top rail of the fence that lines part of the trail I walk / bike on. Almost felt like I was passing a row of judges. Or maybe old biddies. I can just hear them:
Well, she looks happy this morning.
Or - She could have used a little more sleep last night.
Or - Wonder what song she's listening to? Do I know it? Can I sing along?
Or - She's been hitting the gelato a bit too much, needs to ease up.
Not enjoying The Husband's glee at my impending milestone birthday. While I don't want to be super-trendy like the younger generation (and I know I've said this before) I refuse to be old. I have a young spirit. And I'm gonna stay that way. If I have to throw myself down on the floor, hold my breath, and pound my heels into the ground to prove it. (Molten lava cake for lunch - the only thing we had for lunch - yesterday should prove I still know how to have fun.)
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