Monday, November 10, 2008

This post is for my mother...

and all the times she yelled at me for writing all over her notes. The gene has passed to the next generation...she is every bit as bad as I was--as evidenced by the aforementioned photo. Most of the time, when I find these little "love notes" as I call them, I merely chuckle, because I know that a parent's best payback is when their kids have kids. Mother, consider yourself avenged. (If you can't see what I'm talking about, click on the photo to supersize it, then look at the cube of butter. I was famous for this very behavior, and drove my mother batty with it.)


  1. Very Funny! I don't think you ever thought of doing that one.

  2. Well, I was going to say that, but didn't want to give myself too much credit...I'm sure it wasn't through lack of trying that the butter of my youth went unscathed...:)

  3. That's too funny. Actually, I'd be pretty entertained if someone started writing love notes on my food. Then unscathed apple is much more appealing than one already scarred. ;)