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I like to think of this Hermes Colour story (Fuchsia, Yellow and Spunky Electric Blue) as a testament to a Thanksgiving Potluck with Steven Tyler and Keith Richards.

Yeah, I’ve seen many versions of Hermes’ Kermit Oliver Classic: ‘Flora and Fauna of Texas’….and, I mean what respecting hostess doesn’t Haul out their silk square at least once a year in honour of ‘le dinde’?

Of course, I’m not sure either Steve or Keith should be allowed to take a turn at the Hamilton Beach Electric Carving Knife (and yes, I know it really doesn’t qualify as heavy machinery….).

Probably best not to deep fry the bird since flash fires… and feathers (theirs, not the turkey’s), bandanas and the like are a real liability–not to mention a bummer mid meal.

At any rate, I’ve heard their brownies are a real trip. (^^)

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AS IF—-Well, ‘the times they are a changin’ (Bob Dylan, Natalie Wood and Warren Beatty aside….)

NOW for your consideration, we offer: Edible “Grass” for Easter Baskets.
(Because you just can’t have enough sugar crammed in for your Easter Parade)

Apparently, this confection is a spun sugar version of what was once paper.
Not that we all don’t enjoy attempting an insulin-related coma.

Okay, I’m eating some of this in the interest of public awareness as I type. A 28 gram (one glorious ounce) package claims to tote approximately 100 of the least satisfying calories I’ve consumed in a long time……

Personally, I think that the basket should be consumable too—-why waste a potential calorie?

Hippity Hop Hop (emphasis on Hip, but thigh, flanks and buttocks are in there for good ‘Measure’).
I’m stopping after one strand. I think I might prefer Styrofoam packing noodles as my next between article snack.

Just don’t mix your order or little Suzy may eat the cellophane variety (and you know—that just might taste better) ugh.

Happy Easter from a very queasy yumyumcherry

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V-Day/D-Day 14 February

Some enchanted evening. For me it’s sort of the finite difference between a ’slay ride’ and a ’sleigh ride.’ Homophones aside–I had the pleasure of three Dates on Valentine’s evening last year.

One dashing gentleman took me for a romantic twirl ice skating at the Tokyo Midtown Rink that Volkswagen erected as a promo (maybe they have a hidden orthopedic supply collaboration in the works that I unwittingly played into…..)

—and OH SO UNEXPECTEDLY, I finished off my night in the arms of two handsome strangers…wow, they really got physical with me. They made me feel things that I never had before—(yeah, yeah…don’t we all want to write a Harlequin Romance Novel?)

—and without painkillers, I might add (somehow the Motrin suppository didn’t take the edge off my crushed WRIST being reset in the ER). It made me SWOON…..

…it was all so unforgettable.

Note to self: no shoes with blades or wheels, Louboutin is treacherous enough, but I’ve had practice.

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