Okay, I like pickles. I would go so far as to say I *love* pickles. But nonetheless, they seem disgusting to me in frozen form and I’m not sure how I feel about them being in kids lunches. Call me old fashioned, but why not just give them a regular old pickle? But I definitely think getting away from the name “Pickle Sickle” was a good move.
That link was courtesy of InteractiveReader, and speaking of which, this quiz is courtesy of her boyfriend, whom I am currently blogstalking. You know, to make sure he’s right for her and stuff. It’s practically a duty. I’m sure she would ask me to do it herself, but that would be impolite.
I feel pretty good about Rickets. It feels kind of old world and dignified, as diseases go. Any disease with the tagline “Hear your bones go boing” can’t really be all that bad. Plus, since it is almost wiped out in the 1st world, it sort of has a nostalgia factor.
Today marks the first day that anybody pulled over to tell us how adorable Evie is. We were walking back from the garden and they just stopped their car in the street to tell us. So perhaps I am not just being a proud pappa in thinking she is indeed adorable!