When I returned home from the hospital after a three day stay for knee surgery, my littlest dog Weetzie came to sit in my lap. Weets, a rescue from the Clovis Animal (kill) Shelter, gently put her tiny paw on my arm and looked up into my eyes. I swear to you that this is what she said, in an incredulous tone: "They...brought you back? I thought that because you limped they had taken you away to the animal shelter."
Saturday, June 28, 2008
When my son was four years old, we were eating supper with friends. As he served himself some of the rice that I had cooked, he sighed, and said, "This is why my parents had to get divorced, because of rice like this." There was a big silence, then we laughed until we howled. From that day on, slightly sticky rice served at our house has always been called Divorce Rice.