Pettit Fours

From time to time I may cop out on my blog. Instead of telling a story or developing an idea, I'll drop a quick bite of the random wackiness of my world.... with sincerest apologies to the scrumptious petit four, a Pettit Four, if you will.

Pettit One: Adrian called me at work this afternoon. He was preparing dinner....nice, right? He said he had forgotten cucumbers and really, really , did I say really wanted some cucumbers. Would I go by the grocery store (after twenty years, he knows how I hate grocery stores) for cucumbers? Thinking it rather strange that I had never in all these years of marriage realized he had such a compulsion for cucumbers and totally failing to understand their absolute necessity in his dinner plans, I reluctantly agreed. At that point, he sheepishly added, "Oh by the way, could you pick me up a 'suitcase' of beer? It's on sale at Bilo." Ahhhh.....as they say, the rest of the story.

Pettit Two: Kate was this week asked to write a memoir for AP ELA. She chose to write a "meowmoir", an ode to her beloved cat Landen. Should I be worried about this child? Pretty good writing, I must say, but is her entire self portrait defined by a feline?

Pettit Three: As Kate and I recently drove through our neighborhood, quite suddenly a doe and three fawns ran across Rugby Road in front of us. I commented to Kate that I wasn't sure I had ever seen a doe with three young, to which my true daughter of a blended family readily responded, "Mommy, she has a step deer!"

Pettit Four: Drew won $250,000 the other night....well almost. He and I eagerly watched the "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire," contestant climb through the questions to the $250,000 level. The quarter million question was, "What Native American's Name Roughly Translated Means 'Playful One?'" Drew nearly fell off the couch with excitement, jumping and stuttering as he yelled, "Pocahontas, Pocahontas!" Of course, neither the contestant nor I had the foggiest idea, but my "Are you Smarter than a 5th Grader" 5th grader knew immediately! Pocahontas, it was. Thank you, Mrs. W! If we could only cash in!