whoa, brenda. That's crazy. Did she also give her a Miss Havisham dress?

Food allergy question: how likely is it for a person to be able to tolerate one stone fruit, like peaches, apricots or nectarines, but not another, like plums?

Plums are weird. Hubby eats them when he wants to get a bit high, because they make him giggly.

ooohhh... and! In addition to maybe having an issue with plums, Grace has no issue with prunes. So dried plums are awesome. Pluots are potentially no good. Plums are questionable. It sounds crazy, right?

Possibly a difference between freestone and cling varieties? Food sensitivities are very weird.

From what I've seen, people with stone fruit allergies often only have a problem with the raw fruit, not cooked. So maybe drying has the same effect?

The ethical part is, how soon should she tell him she won't be bearing the fruit of his mighty loins? It seems like a thing a guy ought to know about his possible SO, before he reaches the point of, like, making plans, but telling too soon is creepy. I don't know. Take into account I'm a little drunk right now and feeling insecure.

There's no saying he wants to breed. Have your fun, woman!

If it does turn out he wants to breed stick him in a box, punch some holes in it, and mail him up here. If he can do your weird he can likely do my weird and it'll be the best Meet Cute story, like, EVAH.

I have what feel like random issues with stone fruits -- I sometimes have a minor reaction, sometimes don't, even with raw fruit. In short: I dunno.

And on the age thing: I don't think it matters, and I think it always comes up. But maybe I talk about my youth too much! Or at least the music of my youth -- that's when it tends to come up with me. I say something about a song from high school or college, and as it turns out he was in whatever younger school level applies.... Or vice versa.

Where are you people? I do not want to work today! And I have a headache.

I don't want to work today! I have a 10am meeting, which should waste some time....

Tonight I'm going to a party with my parents. The people there should be more my age, since the host is the daughter of my mother's college roommate, and it's kind of in my neighborhood, which is why they are dragging me along. It should be fun, I hope. Must remember to get a bottle of wine. My mother forwarded me the menu for the party, via host's mother, because apparently one year (many years ago!) they just had strawberries and popcorn to eat, and her mother was Not Pleased. Heh.

I have to get dressed, get Grace dressed and ready for the bus.

I had strawberries and kettle corn for breakfast. I'd fit right in!