This is dedicated to all my friends out there who find themselves on the wrong side of age 50. We all get there eventually – if we’re lucky. Along with it comes the inevitable arthritic pain, (the result of inflammation cause by too many Dunkin Donuts), dangerously high blood pressure, off the chart cholesterol, diabetes, fibromyalgia and even cancer.
I love all vegetation – from blooming hanging baskets to those mystical spider lilies which show up out of the blue and color the fall landscape with the most beautiful shade of red I ever saw.
But I’m not talking about ornamental plants today. My latest obsession is with the kind you see on Aisle One in the supermarket – the very same aisle I once avoided because I couldn’t face the guilt of my childish aversion to vegetables. Fruit represented the first step to a major Oreo binge.
Snit: We women know the word so well – “state of agitation, fit of temper, getting your panty hose in a wad.” Here in the South it’s known as a hissy fit and I love to watch someone ELSE in the middle of one.
You know those leftovers in the back of your fridge? The ones you can’t recognize anymore? Today’s their day! To go, that is.
My parents and teachers preached to me since I was a teenager about how bad drugs are. They didn’t harp on them before that because all we had was aspirin and milk of magnesia.