So mouthy

The grosbeaks are going on and on like -35 is something. A soup day for sure. Last night I bragged about H's old-fashioned Quebec pea soup. I bragged about his baguette. Brag while you can, I say! Repeating yourself is another matter entirely. I noticed at a function this week that we were telling people stories that appear in my book. You could see flashes of recognition, a quick WTF race across their brows, before their socially adept faces returned to form. Oops! Please excuse me. It's time to revisit that pot of pea soup waiting in the fridge. And where's that glorious baguette?