actually, it's more like trying to soften up underripe peaches- anyone up for a game of peach softball?
little woman's daytime nanny sent us home with a pile of peaches last week, and a couple of them are finally soft enough for the little woman to eat them.
so, i'm typing with sticky, peach juice covered hands.
i have many fond memories of peaches- from the peach tree we planted in our front yard in baltimore (though mama swore repeatedly that if one more squirrel rolled a peach pit down our sloping roof, it'd be the last thing he/she did), to the giant watertower we saw on the way to disney world when i was seven, to the prince song i loved in college. (it's on his "b-sides" disc, if i remember right.)
we used to.......
(as you may have guessed, this was where i went to get the little woman into the bathtub......and somehow never made it back.)
i lost my train of thought- perhaps it'll pick me up on the return trip.
in the meantime, however, i'd like to take this opportunity to thank the driver of the tunaboat that nearly redesigned my front end this evening for enlightening me.
ma'am, i'd heard rumors that assholes were becoming an endangered species. however, i am relieved to see that your kind is alive and well- because i don't want my donation to the world wildlife fund to save you instead of the giant panda.
sure, i had a stop sign.....and i was parked well behind it. perhaps you would have noticed this little fact had you not been too busy moving your mouth and speculating about my ancestry. (AM NOT!)
however, i will not beg your forgiveness for not recognizing that the freaking road was included in the purchase of your large, luxury vehicle.
*sigh*
i will not get angry about this.....i will think warm, fuzzy thoughts.
like thoughts of peaches on a summer day.
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Last time I drove by the old house, the peach tree was still there. That's more than I can say about Krone's deli down the hill.
gee, where did all the other readers go? hrm....btw, I had another thought....didn't mama dislike that peach tree? I recall that whenever she talked about it, there was normally a "damn" in front of peach tree in her comments.
bloggers been acting wierd man!
i'm all wierded out for the evening.
night duff!
The tree out front was a mulberry--and the damn birds would fill up, then have target practice on my car in the driveway below. There was usually more than a mere "damn" in front of that one. The peach was on the other side of the driveway. The squirrels figured out how to jump from its branches onto the roof--and let the bowling begin! The "damn" was reserved for the squirrels, not the tree.
i like peaches .. but only when they are already skinned and cut up. i simply cannot get past the "fuzzy" part .... it gives me the heebie jeebies.
and i think that lady is driving around Denver, too.
bastages!!
Warm thought of the day: Hitting tunaboat driver with rotten peaches.
Ahhhhh, just like a summer mist.
i was highly tempted, oswald, highly.
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