re: #146 wrenchwench

A long time ago, Mr. w and I invited our 4 yr old neighbor for dinner. He ran home up the alley to ask if it was OK, and in a manners-teaching moment, was told to ask what he could bring. Mr. w told him, ‘We’re all set. Just bring your appetite.’ He ran home and came back with a plate, and said, ‘We don’t have any apple-tights, can we just use plates?’ We said plates would be fine.

Gack! Now you’ve pushed my blood sugar above my target zone Looks like that desert brownie tonight is gonna have to wait.