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May 09, 2006

Sir Rob and Lady Patsy of Crabbe Lane, Appleton

Celebrate 25 Years.


Posted by tree hugging sister at May 9, 2006 11:55 PM


Thanks, ths. We'll get the hang of it sooner or later. :)

Posted by: Rob at May 10, 2006 07:31 AM

You're welcome! I'd hand out jelly donuts, but you took the last one, so a loaded caramel apple will have to do .

You've got us by a year. Damn! {8^P

Posted by: tree hugging sister at May 10, 2006 07:44 AM

Is that what that is? Looks like a heap of chocolate covered barbecue beans. Which made me wonder what exactly you were trying to say to Rob.

So, I'll just say Happy Anniversay to Rob and his better half.

Posted by: Cullen at May 10, 2006 08:12 AM

Oh, you are SUCH a poophead ~ of COURSE it's an APPLE. BEANS? BEANS?!!

Posted by: tree hugging sister at May 10, 2006 09:21 AM

We know you've been to Japan, THS. You might have picked up their sweet bean desert fetish.

I just know you have a secret stash of mochi somewhere in your house ;-).

Posted by: John at May 10, 2006 11:25 AM

Cullen can be excused, the "apple" has a number of small red bumps attached to it. Is that a chili-and-chocolate concoction?

Posted by: Nightfly at May 10, 2006 01:15 PM


Gack, John! That was one of the worst surprises EVER. Biking through Miyajima, seduced by the sweet aroma of some maple leaf shaped cookie thingee baking/rolling along conveyor belts by the thousands in shops all over the island. Oh, God, the smell of it! Like a naughty siren's hand reaching a finger out under your chin and coaxing you gently in. I couldn't take it anymore. I charge in a shop and do I buy one? Like I should have? Knowing what I know about Japanese cuilinary subterfuge? No. Nyet. Non.

I buy a whole freakin' box of them and pedal my way back to Iwakuni (which is one hell of a pedal) with it jealously guarded in my bike basket. Got home, cleaned up and took it down to the E-Club for all to share in the bounty. The box lid came off, the perfume entranced, perfect maple leaves beckoned and we all took a huge, simultaneous chomp. And just as quickly did some choreographed spitting into our beer mugs, followed by fervent cries of

"Dear God, what IS that shit?!"

Posted by: tree hugging sister at May 10, 2006 01:44 PM