Hawks. It’s always a thrill to see one alight on the hydro cables at the side of the highway, and an even bigger thrill to see it swoop down for the kill.
The phrase, “There’s many a slip between cup and lip.” (Even more fun if you say, “There’s many a slip betwixt cup and lip.”) “Six of one, half dozen of the other” is also fun, but since there are more opportunities to work it into everyday conversation, it’s not quite as exciting.
Really hungry children. After two months of constant illness, both my children are miraculously healthy today, and between them they consumed half a package of macaroni and cheese, the better part of two bananas, four slices of yellow pepper, two containers of applesauce, and two Very Cherry fruit cups. I can see myself becoming like one of those Italian mammas, or Mrs. Claus, pressing food upon my increasingly corpulent children and urging them, “Eat! Eat!”
Fried egg sandwiches on a toasted croissant. With half a cheese slice on each side. Yum.
License plates with letters that can readily be rearranged into words. Almost like playing Boggle in the car.
Survivor. It has come to my attention that some people no longer watch this show. Huh? I don’t get it. There’s something about the sound of Jeff Probst’s voice saying, “You want to know what you’re playing for?” that never gets old.
Finishing the crossword.
The first few swipes from a fresh deodorant stick, while it still has a nice curve at the top.