DEElicious Things From A Distance

For those of you that know me, seeing a picture of snow under a post of things that I think are Deelicious may be quite startling. You are probably scratching your head right now and picturing all of the possibilities that could have taken place, such as a hostile takeover by one of those ethereal snow fairies that you see on TV that look so sweet but are actually scanning the earth for unsuspecting people to take to the dark side of cold weather. Or could it be that I have finally lost my mind like I have so often blurted out was happening when I try yet again to trust that the food at the fast food chains have gotten better.

Nope, none of those things have happened yet. It is a well known fact that I HATE cold weather! Does Charlie Daniels play a mean fiddle? Does Elmer Fudd have trouble with the letter r? (Thanks Geico) Just the thought of cold weather makes my toes curl up, my spine stiffens and my teeth start to chatter as if I were sending out a call for help by Morse code. I was born in Miami. I have lived in Florida all of my life and swear if I ever live outside of Florida it will be in a Carri bean island that stays 85 degrees all year long. But, I think snow is amazing and beautiful. How can something so beautiful be so amazingly cold? I don't know. And the thought that every single snowflake is different just makes my head spin, or is that from the possession of the snow fairy? So my appreciation of the beauty of snow will always be DEElicious from afar.

What about those four inch spike heels with the red soles? How can something that can make you stagger around like someone who has actually lived the Jose Cuervo song (see YouTube) be DEElicious you ask? Don't they cause shin splints or at the very least hammer toes? And what's with the red soles? I thought that was something that only happens to Oprah's shoes. Well all of those things are reasonable questions and probably all true (except Oprah is not the only one that can afford Jimmy Choo shoes). Therefore, I will only imagine how fun it would be to TRY to strut around in those things or for that matter even be able to afford them. It's a girl thing, what can I say?



And then we come to the monkey. Monkeys make me laugh. Every time I see them I break out in a grin. When I was a baby my mother probably told me monkey stories to get me to go to sleep. Remember curious George? I married him! And not only that I named my son after him because I love monkeys so much!!! Not really. The son part. They are just so darned innocently funny. They come in so many shapes and sizes and colors that I could never get bored with them. It's not so much that they do monkey things like swing from trees, make monkey noises or even jump up and down that make me laugh. It's their faces. They are just so darned cute. Not everyone loves monkeys like I do though. My husband and I took my son and future daughter-in-law to a place called Monkey Island. It's just a tiny little piece of land in a river that five monkeys live on. You can watch them from land as they chase each other around, swing from their curly tails and pick bugs from each other (that part isn't so cute). When my future daughter-in-law ( who has since sworn off monkeys) saw them up close she was astounded. She mentioned the fact that they were a lot larger than she imagined and was afraid they might try to choke her out! Needless to say she stayed on her side of the water and they stayed on theirs. I've never actually touched a monkey but after seeing a show on TV about a chimpanzee ripping the face off of a lady I think I will stay on my side of Monkey Island too!