Just think, in less than two weeks we’ll be able to fill up on Kiwanis pancakes (I like to go for breakfast) and then trek to the polls. Then we can sit back and wait to find out whose negative ads worked the best.
So, here I am, playing “pick up sticks” again. And I’m not talking about the childhood game I enjoyed so much, and that I discovered you can still order online. They may even have it in stores; I haven’t checked in the last few decades. I’m talking about the “sticks” that I find in my yard after every storm.
I was overjoyed a few years ago when scientists asserted that being overweight was probably in our genes.
I have noticed pumpkins at local grocery stores lately. It not only brings mental images of autumn, my favorite time of year, it also brings up a challenge that I face annually: Should I make a pumpkin pie (or pies), or should I stick to the much easier sweet potato pie?
My first reaction upon reading that there will be more I-40 work in the near future was, “Oh nooooo! More congestion. More detours. More sitting still on the interstate and U.S. 70.”
A few random notes on an evening when nothing much is going on:
Yes, after reporting that I hoped to go fishing, I actually made it.
It’s finally happening. After a hiatus of several years, my fishing buddy and I are planning on getting out and drowning a few crickets
I was at the fair on Monday, and was standing there innocently, eating a foot long (or was it a two foot long?) corn dog with one hand and wiping mustard off my mouth with the other.
I just want to go on record as saying I think it’s terrible to offer free admission one night during the St. Francis County Fair.