Ok, I admit, I've been reading more than blogging, but after catching up this afternoon, I remember what it is I've been missing--the amusement, amazement and accolades this blog brings.

First, amazement and accolades (and I probably shouldn't be amazed by now, but I am).  Shelly, you continue to amaze me for many reasons.  Most recently, two things:  First, your Q-tip surgery.  You didn't wait, you jumped in and you did it.  And I BELIEVE that it couldn't have hurt and most probably helped.  You'd better patent your technique and then you can sell it to some doctor and retire.  You can call it Craig's Q-tip Cure.    Second, I just spent about day and a half in the hospital with Doug [my husband for those of you who don't know or are too old to remember - Hi PAWY  ].  He had his internal defibrillator and the wire into his heart replaced and he's home and he's tired but in about a week he'll be okay.  While I was sitting in the hospital room with him, I thought, "there's no way I could spend 3 months in the hospital with Doug without both of us going out of our minds."  So, there's the second amazing accolade for both Craig and Shelly.

And now the amusement and the accolades--Peat, you continue to amaze and amuse.  And Greg, I really think you're trying to compete with Peat for the laugh factor.  I laughed out loud at both of your recent blogs.  I just happen to have a little something that might fit in with Peat's Valentine theme:

SUPERMARKET SURROUND SOUNDS

The new supermarket near our house has an automatic water mister to
keep the produce fresh.  Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of distant
thunder and the smell of fresh rain.

When you approach the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and notice the
scent of fresh hay.

When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle and the
air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.

The veggie department features the smell of fresh buttered corn.

I don't buy toilet paper there any more.



love and kisses to you all,

deb