One of life's questions:

Have you ever gone to a gay bar with your wife only to be accosted by an angry drunk old queen from Kosiusko Mississippi, who insists on pole dancing using the pool table as his pole and making "come hither" gestures alternately to you and your wife?

Fruit!

Yesterday afternoon I drove the two miles or so to Jones Orchard for fresh ripe peaches and blueberries, which they didn't have until I was just about to leave after buying some peaches and canteloupe. The blueberries at the Fresh Market taste kinda nasty, but these taste like blueberries.

Must get more blueberries--then, in September and October, apples and pears for pie. (I think I'll put the recipe for blueberry stuff on my recipe blog--link on livejournal page)