Small town, small world....

At 10:30, the siren call of pizza proved too seductive for me to endure. I ran down the road to Little Cesar, where I procured a no-frills pepperoni.

"You're not supposed to sell those to her!" said a familiar voice behind me as I was tucking away my change. It was Mb's on-and-off SO.

"You don't tell on me, I won't tell on you," I shot back.

I zipped on home and settled in to watch Cary Grant and Constance Bennett in "Topper". It's so gloriously Art Deco, though The Car (a fabulous Auburn Cord) would be worth it in and of itself.



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Small town, small world....

At 10:30, the siren call of pizza proved too seductive for me to endure. I ran down the road to Little Cesar, where I procured a no-frills pepperoni.

"You're not supposed to sell those to her!" said a familiar voice behind me as I was tucking away my change. It was Mb's on-and-off SO.

"You don't tell on me, I won't tell on you," I shot back.

I zipped on home and settled in to watch Cary Grant and Constance Bennett in "Topper". It's so gloriously Art Deco, though The Car (a fabulous Auburn Cord) would be worth it in and of itself.



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It's a miracle!

I recently mentioned the buyer's remorse I had toward a pair of boots I bought way back in 2007. EBay purchase: I thought they'd fit; they didn't.

At the time, I was in the vicinity of 340 (as I recall), and my ankles were humongous. I couldn't get them ON, much less buckle the straps. Grumble, grumble, grumble, into a box they went.

Last month's post reminded me about them. The other day, I measured my calves, because I was lusting after a pair of boots posted on fatshionxchange--the last time I measured them, they were 23", and now they're 2" smaller. And I thought, hey, if my calves are smaller, shouldn't my ankles have shrunk too? Yes, they're puffy, but they used to be mammoth.

So a little while ago, I wandered into the middle room and rummaged---not for long, because they were in the first box I checked. Took them back into my room and sat on the bed and pulled on the left one. What do you know, it went on without any trouble. Okay, but the straps---? Wrapped around and...buckled?! Hardly daring to to believe it, I repeated the process on the other foot.

Sing hallelujahs! THEY FIT!!! THEY FIT!!!

Now, I just need to integrate them into my current wardrobe, because there's quite a difference between what I was wearing five years ago and what I'm into now....

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It's a miracle!

I recently mentioned the buyer's remorse I had toward a pair of boots I bought way back in 2007. EBay purchase: I thought they'd fit; they didn't.

At the time, I was in the vicinity of 340 (as I recall), and my ankles were humongous. I couldn't get them ON, much less buckle the straps. Grumble, grumble, grumble, into a box they went.

Last month's post reminded me about them. The other day, I measured my calves, because I was lusting after a pair of boots posted on fatshionxchange--the last time I measured them, they were 23", and now they're 2" smaller. And I thought, hey, if my calves are smaller, shouldn't my ankles have shrunk too? Yes, they're puffy, but they used to be mammoth.

So a little while ago, I wandered into the middle room and rummaged---not for long, because they were in the first box I checked. Took them back into my room and sat on the bed and pulled on the left one. What do you know, it went on without any trouble. Okay, but the straps---? Wrapped around and...buckled?! Hardly daring to to believe it, I repeated the process on the other foot.

Sing hallelujahs! THEY FIT!!! THEY FIT!!!

Now, I just need to integrate them into my current wardrobe, because there's quite a difference between what I was wearing five years ago and what I'm into now....

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Question du jour

If you ate school lunches as a kid, what menu item did you most dread seeing on the week's menu list? Or, if you more often brought a lunch from home, what did you hope wasn't inside your lunchbox or bag when you opened it up? What made this item so revolting for you?

Mostly, I brown-bagged it. Sometimes I'd have school lunch (You could sign up ahead of time, and I'd nag my mom if there was something "good" on the calendar). I avoided the Salisbury stead, but I adored fish sticks. And it seems to me that the chicken was pretty good. Alas, somewhere around seventh grade, they stopped cooking in the cafeteria and brought in pre-made meals ala TV dinners.

Unfortunately, my mom wasn't terribly inventive when it came to lunch. Peanut butter, peanut butter, peanut butter! (and jelly). Not every day, but an awful lot. It was years before I could eat peanut butter after grade school! Or, worse, a slice of American cheese between two slices of white bread. Ugh! Nasty yellow wax! Sometimes there'd be leftovers, like a roast beef sandwich, or meatloaf. Those were the good days!

I liked tuna, but she was always worried that it would spoil if the weather was warm. This was long before the days of insulated coller bags and those plastic freezer cubes. I did have a wide-mouth thermos, but it tended to leak, so that didn't get used much.

And now I'm craving fish sticks, which I don't have on hand....

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Question du jour

If you ate school lunches as a kid, what menu item did you most dread seeing on the week's menu list? Or, if you more often brought a lunch from home, what did you hope wasn't inside your lunchbox or bag when you opened it up? What made this item so revolting for you?

Mostly, I brown-bagged it. Sometimes I'd have school lunch (You could sign up ahead of time, and I'd nag my mom if there was something "good" on the calendar). I avoided the Salisbury stead, but I adored fish sticks. And it seems to me that the chicken was pretty good. Alas, somewhere around seventh grade, they stopped cooking in the cafeteria and brought in pre-made meals ala TV dinners.

Unfortunately, my mom wasn't terribly inventive when it came to lunch. Peanut butter, peanut butter, peanut butter! (and jelly). Not every day, but an awful lot. It was years before I could eat peanut butter after grade school! Or, worse, a slice of American cheese between two slices of white bread. Ugh! Nasty yellow wax! Sometimes there'd be leftovers, like a roast beef sandwich, or meatloaf. Those were the good days!

I liked tuna, but she was always worried that it would spoil if the weather was warm. This was long before the days of insulated coller bags and those plastic freezer cubes. I did have a wide-mouth thermos, but it tended to leak, so that didn't get used much.

And now I'm craving fish sticks, which I don't have on hand....

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