First off, brussel sprouts. Nice normal brussel sprouts you get in the fresh food area in your local grocery store. Not quite! I rounded the corner from the fruit to the veggies and saw this:
I that not amazing? We used to grow them as a kid for fun and then when we lived on the land in Hammond and had the huge garden I had rows of them. But this is the first time I have seen them like this in a grocery store!
The blue is the tag.
I added my hand in there to show you how big this was. I love it!
Last night was the Xmas party of one of the guilds I belong to and we ate out at Parrains' Seafood, so I had a steak. It was OK. We swapped Fat Quarters and I think I was the only one that didn't get a batik or a modern solid. Mine was definitely red.
So the second thing is this. I ws readiing a blogger friend's post about WIP Wednesday and how she always thinks of the song "Whip It" by Devo. "It's not too late to whip it, whip it good! I say Whip it, whip it good!"
Well, "whip it" got me in trouble a number of years back. We had moved into this house we are in now in 1985. Carrie was born and several years later, I decided I wanted a cement dog to sit on the front porch so we drove to Pontchatoula one Saturday to the cement statue place and checked it out.
There were a bunch of cement dogs there. An Irish Setter, a bull dog, a collie and a German shephherd dog. And there were some cement puppies of indeterminate breed. We wandered around the huge yard looking at all the options. I decided to get this guy.
So I tell the 17 or so year old owner's son (being forced to work for his dad on Saturdays) that I wanted the whippet.
He stood stone still for a moment, then he slowly looked up at me and said, you want to what?
In my blind stupidity I repeated once again, I want the whippet.
Now, need I tell you as a Cajun in South Louisiana we pronounce "the" as "da"?
Now he was SURE of what I said and his eyes were as wide as saucers and he was sputtering like a holy man in Hooters. I still had no idea what was going on, so I said, Do you need some help?
He looked at me like he was going to cry and ran like a bat out of hell to the other side of the yard. His father came to me presently and said with an odd look on his face, Can I help you ma'am? I explained that I had looked at all the dogs he had and had decided on the whippet.
He bust out laughing! I did go home with that whippet, but it wasn't unil I got in the car that I realized what the kid thought I said!
Now, every time we go in the front of the house, Frank says, hey, there's your whippet!
And yes, there he is, whipping it.