My God, are those jonquils? Our daffodils bloomed before the pollen even blew us over and forced air conditioning. I must remember to appreciate the south.
Michelle, I’d suggest you might appreciate the south indeed — you missed our horrible, wicked New England winter, which outstayed its welcome entirely too long with all its snows and icy bluster: minus five some days, and minus twenty nights, with the wind chill down to minus forty. They’re jonquils indeed, only the hardy and not the smelly-nicey kind, and just recently (as in days ago) bloomed: I didn’t post the pictures of the shy ones out back, still budding, out by the maple trees. The cherry blossoms are just out here; scant dogwoods not yet.
Sometimes I dream, enviously, of kudzu and gooseberry and honeysuckle, of may-apples and mulberries.
And what’s there to dream of New England? Bare branches and stony fields?
I find it utterly amusing that a “champion of the common man” such as yourself would resort to name-dropping in such an eloquent testimonial. The fact that you would readily admit that you own a “Weber” removes all street-cred that you may have once had. In its place now rests a sort of corporate-cred that will insure your spot in society as an elitist pig. Next time you should use the standard term “grill” in its place just to be safe, socioeconomically speaking. HA! I wonder what grilled “Spring Rings” would taste like.
OK, Rob, you totally outed my cultural elitism in daring to use a charcoal grill. Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My nickname, henceforth, shall be “Corporate Stooge”: I’m a big, big snob.
Heck, I’m almost as bad as those people who declare they’ll only drink beer out of bottles. 😉
Touche. Ouch! That hurt. Your memory is far too superior to be wasted on the likes of me. I will refrain from future postings, less I run the risk of more secrets being told. Damn, I hate smart people! Regardless, the best beers are only sold in bottles…er I think…Ya that’s it that’s the ticket.
Oh yeah. No, you don’t get a badge…you lose your soul. Ha Ha Ha (insert evil/sinister/diabolical laugh here). See ya round.
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My God, are those jonquils? Our daffodils bloomed before the pollen even blew us over and forced air conditioning. I must remember to appreciate the south.
Michelle, I’d suggest you might appreciate the south indeed — you missed our horrible, wicked New England winter, which outstayed its welcome entirely too long with all its snows and icy bluster: minus five some days, and minus twenty nights, with the wind chill down to minus forty. They’re jonquils indeed, only the hardy and not the smelly-nicey kind, and just recently (as in days ago) bloomed: I didn’t post the pictures of the shy ones out back, still budding, out by the maple trees. The cherry blossoms are just out here; scant dogwoods not yet.
Sometimes I dream, enviously, of kudzu and gooseberry and honeysuckle, of may-apples and mulberries.
And what’s there to dream of New England? Bare branches and stony fields?
C’mon, spring. Let’s go.
I find it utterly amusing that a “champion of the common man” such as yourself would resort to name-dropping in such an eloquent testimonial. The fact that you would readily admit that you own a “Weber” removes all street-cred that you may have once had. In its place now rests a sort of corporate-cred that will insure your spot in society as an elitist pig. Next time you should use the standard term “grill” in its place just to be safe, socioeconomically speaking. HA! I wonder what grilled “Spring Rings” would taste like.
OK, Rob, you totally outed my cultural elitism in daring to use a charcoal grill. Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My nickname, henceforth, shall be “Corporate Stooge”: I’m a big, big snob.
Heck, I’m almost as bad as those people who declare they’ll only drink beer out of bottles. 😉
Do I get a badge with that corporate-cred?
Touche. Ouch! That hurt. Your memory is far too superior to be wasted on the likes of me. I will refrain from future postings, less I run the risk of more secrets being told. Damn, I hate smart people! Regardless, the best beers are only sold in bottles…er I think…Ya that’s it that’s the ticket.
Oh yeah. No, you don’t get a badge…you lose your soul. Ha Ha Ha (insert evil/sinister/diabolical laugh here). See ya round.