Hey lady, you got bus fare?

Pop Quiz time!
How much did I pay to ride my local bus today?
A) $1.00
B) $0.75
C) Nothing.  I snuck on illegally.
D) One can of pork and beans

Can you see me on the bus?

Answer:
D)  One can of pork and beans.  Seriously.

 Holland's MAX bus is accepting nonperishable food and personal items for free bus rides.  Save the environment?  Stock a community kitchen?  You betcha.

Proposal is a 12 point word

One of my good friends loves playing Scrabble.  If someone were to propose to her, he might do it like this:

Don't rob my raab

note:  raab photo robbed from here
Firm, hearty, slightly bitter, and nutty, broccoli  raab is one of our favorite vegetables.  You can eat it on its own, or with a few key ingredients:

 You can make this yummy dish.

How do I love thee?

Today my hubby and I are going to visit a new thrift store.  I love thrift stores.  I love hunting through items.  I love finding interesting items.  And I especially love seeing how little everything costs.  When I'm at the thrift store, I'm not a shopper...I'm an explorer, an archaeologist, and a treasure hunter. :)  Move over old ladies, there's a new thrift store shopper in town. 

So, inspired by my love of thrift stores (and the great poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning), I've written out this poem proclaiming my love. 

Oh thrift stores, how do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.   
For inside your stores, I have oft stayed.
I love thy rows and rows of clothes,
Browns, Purples, Pinks, and gold.
I love thy jewelery counter, covered by glass
Where pins, earrings, and necklaces are stashed.
I love thy shoes, oft hidden out of sight
Where gingerly I place my left foot and right.
I love thy pottery, dishes, and knickknacks,
Furniture, purses, and other bricka brack.
And lastly, as we are in the season of fall,
I love thy coats, mittens, and scarves most of all.
With all these possibilities, with thrift stores galore
Verily, I am becoming a happy clothes whore.


~ Pink Stripey Socks

Treasure map

To my squirrel readers:

Lately I've seen so many of you running around and hiding your nuts.  Will you even remember all your hiding places?  I hope so.  We're expecting a cold winter here in western Michigan, so you're going to need sustenance. Just in case you forget, I've doodled this map to help you out.

Love,
Pink Stripey Socks

PS:  Please don't come by my door asking for nuts.  I won't share my pistachios with you.  Really.  I mean it this time.