My Daughter

Let me tell you about my daughter. First of all, if I'm not going to be able to do her colorful character justice in just one blog post, believe you me. That wild child couldn't be described in a whole novel. But, because I'm bored, I will highlight some things about my daughter that I find particularly amusing. Before you think I'm too mean-spirited, I'd like to point out that she is a grown woman. So its not like I'm picking on a child!

1. She is 100% oblivious to her lack of a singing voice.
2. She failed her driving test 4 times in a row, and I'm pretty sure she only passed the 5th time because the tester was sweet on her.
3. She buys lots of designer jeans and has very little closet space (or money, for that matter)
4. When she was three years old she ate an entire chocolate bunt cake.
5. Sadly, she is still my pride and joy.

There you have it, more about my daughter than you could have possibly cared to know. Stay tuned, I will possibly be posting more useless information very soon. Perhaps my grocery list? Ahhhh the anticipation is killing me. Is it killing you?

Why I can't stand Peanut Brittle

I hope I don't tick anyone off too badly with this, but I've just got to vent about peanut brittle. Particularly around this time of year, peanut brittle becomes quite the thorn in my side. You see, the old soul that I am, my teeth aren't what they used to be. Because of this, it can be rather difficult to eat even the smallest piece of peanut brittle. Don't let the name fool you, it's not usually very brittle at all!

You might be saying to yourself, "Gretta, why don't you just pass on it, then?" Easy for you to say. Amidst all my old teeth is one really old and really demanding sweet tooth. So, now you understand my dilemma.

If anyone has any advice or suggestions on how I might solve this catch-22 that is plaguing me currently, I'm all ears. You take care, now. See you next time.