I know that this will happen..

and just like a train wreck..I keep going back for more.

I found a great little Gluten Free bakery today and purchased some nice little goodies for my children. Tonight I set up the little surprise with a nice drawn out tale of the bakery and how I taste tested all of these fine breads and such.

EL: So dad, what is the name of the bakery?

me: Candy Land Bakery

Ray: no really, what's the name?

me: CANDY LAND BAKERY, what do you think, I make this stuff up as I go along?

Everyone: Yes.

Herumph!

Please note, My DW repeated the whole thing again just to make sure I got it.

Double herumph!

Comments

Travel said…

It is not like you have told them a tall tale or made up the critical facts as you went along.

We trust you!

DG

6:48 AM

Me said…

I don't know that I trust you either.

I was actually a millisecond away from googling it to see if it really existed but decided, in the end to trust you and I did NOT look it up on the internet.

LOL.

:)

9:03 AM

Anonymous said…

I'm going to take this one with a gluten free grain of salt...

11:25 AM

WickedHamster said…

Ya know, they always react as if there was something wrong with making it up as you go along. I mean, would they actually prefer we say "I don't know"? Of course not! Don't be silly. Any made-up answer is always better than no answer at all. Why don't some people understand that???

9:54 PM

Kelsgarden said…

whoa! is this in large print now -

I mean, I now your readership and all - but hey, we are taking offense here -

11:24 PM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ. First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class. Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight. Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time. Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of...... Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked. Thank you TSA. I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.

It seemed like a good ideal at the time...

The question has been asked and needs to be answered: So, you all know the type in high school, the "Jock". The Jocks ran my school like so many school around the country. And, of course, football players topped that heirarchy of the teen stratusphere. And this might come as a huge surprise to most, but I played Football. I had social responsibilities to up hold and order to maintain on campus. You might say we were the police, the law and order of the school. We patrolled the halls with an iron fist. The stoners stayed well behaved. The nerds were well protected in exchange for homework. Life was good. Then one sunny spring day a nice little "Miss Gloria Steinem wanna be," who wrote for the school paper, decides to write a story questioning the authority of the Football team. In this situation, most people would of course write a rebuttal. And this is exactly what we would have done, had any of us on the Football team been able to write. No luck on this one. Howeve...

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