Tenacious sucker – It used to be that poinsettias would barely make it to Christmas without looking leggy. Bottom leaves dropped as soon as you paid for them. They didn’t wait to see their new adopted home. Now they are bred with plastic in their veins. My November plant is still looking lovely. It’s so hard to reject it. I’m longing for a pot of tulips. Rejection is so hard to dish out. I hate giving it the boot.
Yikes! – The day after my post about my sense of smell, I was having lunch with the beloved husband at our favorite pizza place. We had a delightful time (that means the pizza was good and I didn’t have to use their wretched restroom). All of a sudden there was a bad smell. It was time to leave but I couldn’t figure out what it was. It wasn’t broccoli pizza (which stinks) or a food odor. Then I noticed an old man with greasy hair and questionable clothes had sat down right in back of me. He didn’t smell like body odor or poop but it was a bad smell. Hasta la vista baby!
Speaking of restrooms – Why is it that pizza shops have the worst ones? Almost makes me want to give up pizza…almost. The “cooks” (and I use that term loosely) use the same ones with the dirty sink, cold water and watered down soap. Oh yes and no towels. There is a pizza place with a nice restroom on the other side of town. It may be worth the drive.
Seasons by pie – The first sign of spring is not robins (they hung around all winter, the fools!). Nor is it the daffodils peeking out. It’s my craving for cherry pie. My mother always made a cherry pie now (perhaps it was a George Washington thing). First it’s cherry pie, then lemon meringue, then Easter, then spring! Woo hoo!
For bloggers – Darn that WordPress. My Reader went ka-flooey this week. It took over a day to fix. I’m still looking for any posts I may have missed.
So how was your week?