Frolicly

I went for a nice little Thanksgiving cruise on the parkway yesterday.  

Stopping first at a gas station, I pulled up to the pump and before I even took off my helmet, a biker guy came over to look at the trike.  He said, "Brother, that's a nice-looking machine."  I took off my helmet and said "Sister," with a smile.  He caught himself and exclaimed "Sister!  Even Better!"  

On the way back, I rode through the Bohemian Flats parking lot.  There were tons of geese and as I was leaving, they got stirred up by a guy walking a dog and started flying over me en mass.  I cringed and said "Don't poop on me.  DON'T POOP ON ME!"  

The final stop is shown in today's blog pic.  First I made sure there wasn't any goose poop on the trike or me.  Then I took pictures.

Hideously

I was at the store earlier this week and saw this.  This is one of the most frightening Thanksgiving cakes I have ever seen.  That's a "hard no" right there!

I hope you have a succulent, tasty Thanksgiving – everything this cake isn't.

Modesty

 The only turkey in this house is me.  Modesty – I have none.

Bouncily

I wasn't jumping on the bed.  Honest.  

Prosperously

When I was still living with my parents, I used to have a bedraggled coleus plant.  It didn't get much sunlight, which caused its colors to be very washed out, almost to the point of being only green leaves.

But every spring, I would take a few cuttings, put them in water until they grew roots, and then stuck them in a planter outside.  The bright, sunny days would bring out the best in those plants and they looked beautiful. 

I should start doing this again.

Circa 1988.