i (and my left hand) have officially gone around the bend

so a gentleman with one arm works at our smiths and the other day i seriously wanted to follow him up and down the produce aisles and swap STORIES because we have something IMPORTANT in common, i.e. one-handedness. and then i got a hold of myself and said ANN! YOUR ONE-HANDEDNESS IS NOTHING COMPARED TO WHAT THIS MAN HAS EXPERIENCED AND ENDURED AND OVERCOME IN HIS LIFETIME AND BESIDES HE DOESN'T HAVE AN ELBOW AND YOU DO SO QUIT IT!

Then I went and bought some frozen corn instead.

But still.

Mexican Coca-cola

Next to an icy cold Dr. Pepper in a can, I love me an icy cold Mexican Coca-Cola in a bottle. Don't know why it's so much better than American Coke, but it is. Anyway. I've been craving it lately, so I've been driving around the valley looking for it without much success. And then this morning I found it. On a shelf. At the Smith's. Next to my house. Dude.

This only goes to show how wise Uri Shulevitz was when he wrote one of my favorite picture books, THE TREAUSRE. He says "Sometimes one must travel far to discover what is near." Mr. Shulevitz, I call you master.

You'll notice that I was able to combine literature AND food in this post. Yes. I know. I'm a genius.