• I think I Can, Can, Can: Part 1

    Some women get weak at the knees at the sight of small jewelry shaped boxes. For me, its all about the produce boxes. Let me explain- My dearly betrothed hates stopping anywhere on the way home. En route to somewhere, he happily obliges my tiny bladder, antique store blitzes and all around leisurely drives. On the way home though, he becomes a stickler of efficiency with one mission only: get home. Can anyone relate to this? I can’t be the only woman suffering through the potty dance on return destinations! So anyway, when he remembered me mentioning that I’d love for him to bring me some apples from the Thorpe…