If a lifetime can be likened to a day, then this is Happy Hour!
Heh. . . speaking of needing to be a certain age to get it. . ."Daaaayyyy-zeeee, Daaaaayyyy-zeeee. . ."And you know, I just might have me a piece of punkin pie for breakfast Friday morning. . . if my teenaged son leaves me any. . .
Buck, you can have my pumpkin pie. If you tried to post any to me it wouldn't last the journey. Besides, I don't like it.
@ Craig: About "a certain age"... I'm sure there are a lot of us who remember "2001," but damned few... if anyone... who remembers the original Daisy Bell without looking it up, as I did (The song was written in 1892).@ Brian: I'll eat your portion, rest assured!
Adult is more fun than kid even if I did have a hell of a good time as a kid. The nuns took my 8th grade class on a bus from Newport to NYC where we sat in the balcony at Radio City and watched the Rocquettes before the opening showing of 2001. That was a grand day out for an 8th grader.
Your day out as an eighth grader would work for me as an adult.
I second the motion of pie for breakfast, or lunch, or dinner, or . . .
You're a woman after my own heart, Anne.
Pecan pie... :-)
"pecan pie"Oh YESSSSSS!!!
@ Jim: Funny you should mention pecan pie. I just finished one of those.@ Virgil: You, too?
Just be polite... that's all I ask.