Morning Pops and I want to be the first to wish all of you a Twofer Tuesday. And in case you are a Taco Tuesday person, I wish you dos tacos, which is about as far as I get because I do not speak Spanish and do not want to mislead anyone so they start speaking it to me. I have mastered (barely) a Tex-Mex menu enough not to ask the waitress "what the hell did you bring me" anymore.
My world was shaken when they recalled Jif peanut butter and I looked at my newly purchased jar of Natural Jif and lo and be glory, there was one of the treacherous numbers. I emailed them to ask them if Natural Salmonella was as bad as regular Salmonella and haven't heard back. I figured as long as they were reading that I would ask them why no one ever wrote a children's book "A Salmon Named Ella". I am expecting a snide comment about my first question but I might get a decent answer to that children's book because that seems like such a natural to me.
I hope you don't mind me sharing what's on my mind with you as I find that it's good to get that out of my mind before it has a chance to take root and began to grow. A germ of an idea can go epidemic in a fertile fantasy playground like mine.
Which reminds me, what exactly is a flight of fantasy and do I have to deplane? What do the flight attendants wear? Garter belts loaded with shot glasses? Oh, yeah, you men are wanting to get on my flight now, aren't you? Before you were thinking 'how absurd and ridiculous' but not now. Oh no, you're asking yourself 'where do I get a boarding pass'?
