
I'm mad at Gladys?
Several posts ago Gladys reminded my hips of butter and sugar sandwiches. They've been nagging me about the sweet bread ever since, causing me to consume several of the concoctions just to get my hips off my back, so to speak.
I'm blaming the whole confection reconnection thing on Gladys. Recalling childhood memories is one thing, but contributing to another's list of vices is a whole different matter. I have enough temptations whispering in my ears without the help of blog posts.
Just this morning Vintage Sue brought up donuts so now my hips want to take a ride to Ducky's Donuts.
My hips do seem to be very demanding lately.
Even Deb must have noticed. She took this picture of the dern things at Warrenton Sunday. Usually Deb is a great photographer, picking her subjects and angles with great care. Somehow she got off track with this photo.
But as Shakira sings, "The hips don't lie and I'm starting to feel it's right!" Guess I'll go make another butter and sugar sandwich!
Did I mention that dern Gladys won Jo Barrett's book contest? Well, she did. Guess I'll get over being mad at her long enough to send her the book, if she sends me her address, that is. Email me, girlfriend, at TheTexasWoman@gmail.com!
Congratulations and enjoy the book!