NIBBLE NIBBLE
Since I thoroughly cleaned out the refrigerator before I left two weeks ago, coming home I found practically nothing to snack on today except: CHEESE.
I have the tasty choice of a slab of Gruyere, a wedge of Parmesan, a wedge of Gorgonzola, a tub of Mascarpone, a wedge of Pecarino Romano, and a wedge of Reggiano Parmesan.
I don't know why, but I am reminded a bit of that children's book "City Mouse, Country Mouse". I think I have the city mouse taste in cheeses. After my vacation, I'm on a country mouse budget.
BACK FROM HO-DI-I
Or . . . . . Idaho, as most folks call it. After two weeks of Spring Break with the boys, we drove the fourteen and a half hours home yesterday all in one go. It really stinks, but at least I got to sleep in my own nest.
I'm feeling that I should take the advice of Mr. B's ski buddy Alice, who happens to be a psychotherapist:
"Kelly, you really deserve to take a vacation, after this "vacation"."
Well said. I think I'm going to nap now, before I pass out. Zzzzzzzzz.
