Man, that was some wild day-long spring break. Wa-hoo. So, no more cookie class. We've moved on to Cuisines of Europe and the Mediterranean. I think I spelled that right. It's a hard word to spell. And I'm a Spelling Bee champion. Not as exciting as hot bread fresh out of the oven, but we do get to eat rabbit and couscous and stuff. Middle East, Spain, Italy, Germany, France... countries like that. Alright, I guess. But no cookies. Not that I'm bitter or anything. It's cool though, cause after this class, it's Wines. Finally, a class it's okay to drink in. Good thing I have all that practice under my proverbial belt. Thanks, Union. Umm, I don't know what else.
Except I'm getting old. I know this, because I went to the supermarket to get some cereal and I came home with Raisin Bran. By choice. It wasn't on sale. And there was no Cap'n Crunch shortage. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I became concerned. Then I watched The Golden Girls. That Bea Arthur is some card... |