No picnic...

Thanks darlin’s for all the good wishes. You’re all a bunch of sweeties. I know I promised a fresh post but we’ve gotten waylaid in life’s kitchen making lemonade. You know how they say "if life hands you lemons make lemonade?" Well, we’ve been making pitchers and kegs and even vats of lemonade lately. Frankly, I’ve lost my taste for lemons. My lips have acquired a permanent pucker.

Derek, I know that somewhere along the line lately you’ve had a birthday too. I don’t know how I know that…haven’t had any time for blogging. Hope it was a wonderful birthday for you! Laura, the virtual sinful cake was virtually delicious. I still can’t figure out how cybercake can be fattening, but…well… Yum!

Back a couple of months ago I promised to blog about another bus driving horror story and that’s the one I will post as soon as I get a chance to sit down and sort out a couple of thoughts. John DeLorean died a couple of weeks ago and this particular story will be my ‘nod’ to him since…well, I won’t tell you anymore right now. Come back soon for the “rest of the story.” The only thing I’ll tell you now is that I sat behind the wheel and had the opportunity to drive one of his very own DMCs but sadly had to decline. Why? That’s the rest of the story, coming soon to a blog near you (this one)…