That toddlin' town

Al's berm produced this one sweet but lonely little poppy. 

Could that be a song title?

Fannie May chocolate!  It's sooooooo good.  Willie, Al, Julie and Robert were willing to give it a try when I bragged that it might be better than See's.  I might have done some market research myself.

Maybe.

Teri is pretty sure she likes visiting Chicago better than New York. 

 Maybe we should go back in January for a well-informed opinion.

 Those Petris are so darn cute.

A bit of nostalgia at the Museum of Science and Industry.  Those were the days. 

Remember when we could just go to the airport and get on the plane?  

Seventy????? The birth certificate must be kidding.

Well, how the heck did that happen?  Mirrors are to be avoided totally, especially those in dressing rooms and the frightening magnifying version, so I was quite shocked and appalled to see a wrinkled old woman staring at me.  Holy crap!  But you can see where we celebrated, so that made it much more interesting.  Prime Rib at my second favorite restaurant in the City made the trauma a little easier to accept, but only a little.  I would refer to myself as a crone but the dictionary says that is an old woman who is cruel, crusty, thin, and ugly.  Who wants to be that?  Well, the thin part would be okay and I've been accused of the other parts, too.  Another smarter article explains that our generation is redefining the concept and taking charge of a new type of wise and vibrant crone, so let's go for it.  Boomer Babes rule!