I pretty much picture all buffistae to be in their twenties

if you're scoring at home.Or if you're alone. (Ha, haven't done that in two whole days.Keith might think I've moved on or something.)

Say you want to make an apple pie.

What kind of apples would you use?

I pretty much picture all buffistae to be in their twenties

:: Laughs hysterically ::

eta: You want an apple that will hold together when it cooks, like Granny Smith, Rome, Winesap and Macintosh.

I'm 52 and totally feel about 40. I don't think that's gonna change, as my mom is 80 and she told me she feels about 40, except with more aches and pains.

People! Both people are in with the puppies. Madness is ensuing.

I feel about 30. I keep getting people saying they thought I was in my 20s. My next birthday will be 39.

As for cooking apples, my recent favorite has been the Harrelson. Harrelson and Honeycrisp make a nice combo, as the Harrelsons are more tart, and the Honeycrisp are more sweet, quelle surprise. We had a MacIntosh tree in our yard when I was growing up, so I have mixed emotions about them. I adore the flavor and crispness that I remember, and yet I find that the ones in the store do not hold a candle to the memories. In fact, Braeburns taste the way I remember Macs tasting, but I am not sure if they would have a good texture for baking.

I love you all.

Also, I am chuffed that I feel 33 and I come across to Shir as "32-34"!

Apparently my inner child radar works.

Now, if I could only get a gaydar installed...

I am older than dirt, and feel that way sometimes. Sometimes I'm twelve. Or twenty-two. Forty. Forty was a good year.

H and I knew we were meant for each other after we'd been dating awhile and discovered that between us we had ALL the Bill Cosby albums, to date. I did Chickenheart as my drama mid-term one year. H and I were just threatening each other with chocolate cake and grapefruit for breakfast last week. And tonight StY did a bit from the dentist sketch, "Ibe hobe you are sabisfibied!"

The summer our sons were 14 and 15, they discovered the Cosby LPs, all of them, when we reorged the media storage. They knew him from Fat Albert and the Huxtables, and from the I Spy reruns, so they played the albums. And looked at us with wide eyes of discovery. "Half the stuff you guys say came off these albums!" Yes, and your point? Don't mess about when you have perfectly good dialog, right?

After having gone through all the albums and incorporating even more Cosbyisms into their vernacular, their friends started asking about the new phrases. Many nights that summer we had 12 or 15 sleeping bags on the deck outside, Cosby talking, their chuckles and giggles growing less and less frequent as they drifted off to sleep. "...nine HUNdred cop cars!"