The other day Howard said to me, "You know, when I turn 60, I'd like to have a really nice banjo."

"Okay, honey," I replied........all the while, thinking, uh-huh........good, maybe he'll forget all about it by then......

The next thing I know, he's talking to people in music stores and visiting websites, and now, here's "our" newest banjo, three years ahead of schedule.

It's a beauty.

Well, it's official: grasses and trees are not my friends.

After complaining about my allergies for most of my life, I finally went and got the skin test done.

Easy, schmiezy.........a little poke here and there on the arm, and then...........KA-BOOM!! Major hives. Rye, Bermuda, and Johnson grasses were all off the chart......... Did I mention every one of those itched like a mother???

Good thing we live in the land of rocks and sand............