Pizza and Cough Drops and pre-Halloween Candy

When I look at the ads for Dominoes weekly specials, I think I kind of miss the days when you could order pizza for someone as a prank and no-one would ever know it was you (oh, and for the record, I never did that, thanks ... hehe). But now when you call, they automatically know your name without you even telling them. This world is a different place than the one I grew up in.

For another example, back in the 80s, no one would expect validation to come from anywhere but another person. Now it's all over the place. Billboards, chocolate wrappers, and my new favorite--cough drops.

If Halls weren't the only one to have grapefruit flavor, I would switch to another brand. I don't think I need validation from a cough drop wrapping.

And, to continue this disconnected post, I will confess that one of the pitfalls I find in living alone came along today: I had to convince myself that it is not acceptable at any level to have candy for dinner just because I don't feel like washing the dishes.

I was reasonably convincing, I think, because dinner is now on the stove, but I think I will still have candy afterwards.

Finally, I like the ring of my title today. You could use it to replace the first line of Julie Andrews singing "My Favorite Things."

Have a lovely evening, y'all folks.