Last week, my Dad gave me a beautiful bunch of Gladiolus. A farmer friend of his raises them. He asked Dad (earlier in the year) if he wanted some of the bulbs. You can see the end result. I can understand now why people grow these majestic marvels. As a color freak, I relished the palest, bashful pinks and magenta reds for the ENTIRE week these beauties graced my dining room table. Dad tells me he has more to come. I can't wait.Writing the headline for this post gave me the giggles. It reminded me of a time when we were kids and we accompanied my Dad to deliver 
something to a work colleage on a Saturday. While we waited in the car, in front of a soda pop store--we started a rhyming game with the name of the shop. Sooz and I still joke about this today. "Hey Pop, let's stop at the Whistle Stop Pop Shop for some Whistle Stop Pop Shop pop. Pop?" I know--it's stupid, but it was better than tormenting each other (which was our usual activity of choice).
something to a work colleage on a Saturday. While we waited in the car, in front of a soda pop store--we started a rhyming game with the name of the shop. Sooz and I still joke about this today. "Hey Pop, let's stop at the Whistle Stop Pop Shop for some Whistle Stop Pop Shop pop. Pop?" I know--it's stupid, but it was better than tormenting each other (which was our usual activity of choice). 
