flying on a weird gust since 1994
It all started here (scroll just over halfway down the page). Then a couple weekends ago, I noticed them on the regular menu at China Palace and I ordered them suckers. Oh, baby. I was immediately in love. Then last weekend, someone brought homemade ones to a party I was at. I got there late, so they were already cold. But still fairly tasty. Now I’ve had them at a couple of other places in town. And a friend sent me a good-lookin’ recipe, but I’ve had no time to cook lately. Soon, soon…
There’s poison ivy all along the fence on two sides in our back yard. I’ve never had a reaction to it, but lately, I’m getting real itchy after I pet Smudo. And he’s itchy, too. For a while, I thought it was spring allergies, but now I’m not so sure. I think he’s getting sick of being doped up on Benadryl all the time. I know I would be.
I’m going to try pulling the evil stuff up by hand but, of course, I really like the idea of renting a goat for an afternoon. They love to eat poison ivy. Because they are freakish space creatures. I mean, look at that thing! Smudo is pretty terrified of goats, so it should be lots of fun for all of us! I think I’ll wait until my mom comes to visit in a couple weeks. Something tells me she’ll be handy with a goat. Or at least entertaining.
