Jelly Beans

While hubby was driving us to the movie theater one day, I found an open bag of jelly beans in his truck. I just couldn’t pass up that opportunity! I always eat jelly beans in order by color (flavor, really). First to go are the red and black jelly beans. I alternate eating those because I like them both a lot. When they are gone, I eat the others one color by one color.

So driving to the movie, I managed to take care of the red and black ones and then the pink ones. On the drive home after the movie, I started in on the yellow jelly beans, followed by the purple, then orange and white. (I had never noticed that I had that Texas Longhorn jelly bean connection.) Last on my list are the green ones. I don’t really like them, but that doesn’t stop me from eating them.

Fortunately for me, the bag was only half full when I started. Otherwise, I would have been really sick by the time we got home. As it was, I made myself just mildly sick.

I think we might go to the movies again this coming weekend. I hope hubby has replenished his jelly bean supply in his truck by then.

Bassmaster, June 2012

Hubby’s fishing magazine arrived today, just in the nick of time. As I write, hubby is out in the back pasture with a net, looking for little fish that may have washed down from our neighbor’s pond in today’s rain (1.66 inches). He’s hoping to find some small fish to put in our ponds so they can grow up to be big fish so he can catch them and then put them back. (Rinse, repeat.) Let’s see what the June 2012 issue of Bassmaster has to offer for hubby and his little fishes. Here are the front cover headlines:

Which pros use plastic surgery? (Oh, my, they are naming names in this issue. Not anyone that I’ve heard of, but that’s just me.)

The Tell-All Issue

>> Rojas Comes Clean About Frog Fetish (Do you think he has stuffed frog toys all over his house?)

>> Dee Thomas Reveals The Real Story Behind Flippin’ (Maybe he’s a cheerleader.)

>> Skipping School: 5 Techniques Exposed (Don’t you think someone will notice if they see you leaving school grounds with a fishing pole in hand?)

Not An Expert

I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty sure that when I’m in an antique store and turn over a dish to look at the bottom and discover that it is “dishwasher, freezer and microwave safe,” it is not an antique. It may not even fall into the category of “old.”