I was up and about on Saturday morning earlier than usual. Poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the dinner table to do some Sunday School reading. The morning sun was pouring in through the window.

Ahh, warm.

I like this.

Then I had one of those back-in-time moments… Thinking back to all of those times in my younger years when I curled up on the floor to be warmed by the sun coming through the window.

The cat always knew where that spot was.

I wish I could do this more — just soak it in…

like every day…

like at the lake…

(creativemyk photo)

Couple things that bug me:

Pickled Peppers.

Who picks pickled peppers? Is anything pickled and still on the vine?

No.

Even if he picked them from the store, why would pickled peppers not be in a jar of pickle juice?

Makes no sense.  What a crock of a nursery rhyme, I say.

Cinnamon.

How is it that red-hots and Big Red gum have a “cinnamon” flavor, while the “cinnamon” spice is something totally different?

Grr.

Canada Dry Ginger Ale.

How can a wet drink be dry?

Are there certain scents that you just absolutely can’t get enough of?   Here’s my list:

• Chlorine bleach — reminds me of the good ole days on the swim team in high school
• WD-40 — My childhood bicycles saw more than their fair share.
• Post-It Notes — Yeah, I know.  Weird.
• The coffee isle at the grocery store — I love the smell of fresh coffee beans.  Makes me want to pour a cup right now actually.
• Oatmeal raisin cookies — My wife’s, of course.

How about you?