Daylight come and me want to eat bread

My doorbell rang this morning, which was embarrassing because I was still in my sock monkey footie pajamas. (Yes, really.)

Monkeys

It was my close personal friends FedEx, and I swear FedEx is not paying me to mention them as often as possible. Although I will do that, if anyone wants me to. No problem!

Chiquita Bananas!

Aamco!

Louis B. Mayer!

Now, why would Louis B. Mayer want me to mention his dead self?

Anyway, it was a box from New York, and I could not remember agreeing to proofread anything from New York City.

The Rockettes!

Blamin' it all! On the nights on Broadway!

THAT is who should be paying me to mention him. Barry Gibb. How many of you hadn't thought of him in years till I brought him up every second of the day?

Here's the package.

Fedex
Exciting.

Even excitinger? It was not something to proofread. It was BANANA BREAD, probably made from Chiquita Bananas.

Notefromfrankie It's from Faithful Reader Frankie, who Can't Relax. She used to have a blog called Frankie Can't Relax and it was really good, but she gave it up. Now she just makes banana bread.

Mmmmmmmm Which I had with my coffee and I'm pleased to report it is CRAMMED with chocolate chips, as you can see. CRAMMED. The bread. Not the coffee.

I heart Frankie. I heart Frankie's banana bread made from Chiquita Bananas shipped to me from the reliable folks at FedEx. Louis B. Mayer was a huge fan of FedEx.

I'm just saying. June accepts all baked goods.

Before I go cram another hunk o' banana bread into my gullet, I wanted to remind you to read this months' book club book: Serena by Ron Rash. Makes me itch just saying "Ron Rash."

Go get you some Cortaid and the book!

Tpmouf

Someone, by the way, was quite disappointed she did not get any of the banana bread, but if you look closely, you can see she consoled herself with yet another roll of toilet paper.

Double A, beep beep, MCO.

52 thoughts on “Daylight come and me want to eat bread

  1. The Google ads on the side are all about belly fat. Is that what Frankie’s banana bread will cause?
    I’m sorry to hear Frankie quit blogging – I didn’t read her blog often but when I did I really enjoyed it.
    Happy eating to you and Lula. I’ll bet your snack tasted better than hers.

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  2. My ads were Hershey’s kisses and paypal.
    Junie, Junie, June! The June-ster! I didn’t think I could love you more and then you go and pull out a photo of the sock monkey onesie jammies. o. m. g. I am so jealous that I don’t know what to do with myself. I seriously pink fluffy glittery heart those pjs!!
    I also heart banana bread. And Tallulah Blueberry Gardens. Speaking of blueberries, they are fabulicious in banana bread.

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  3. Lisa and your pie,
    That pitcher belonged to my great-grandmother. I also have her china, and I can tell you right now we have the same taste. She got migraines, that great-grandmother, and also too she was extraordinarily tidy. Okay, the resemblance ends there. Oh! But a few years ago I ordered some perfume from Vermont Country Store? Cause they have hard-to-find ones? And my aunt said, Oh my God, why do you have that? That was your great-grandmothers perfume. Cool, eh?

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  4. My dogs console themselves with area rugs and blankets. When Zoey was a puppy she had a penchant for used kleenex and dryer sheets. There is nothing like pulling strips of cloth or dryer sheets out of your dog’s butt. They haven’t tried toilet paper. Although I must say that Lula makes it look quite tasty.

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  5. Jelly of the footie sock munkay pjs. I heart me some sock monkey. I have the slippers and key chain to prove it. But I could never wear the footie thingamabob. My feet get too hot and I have to stick them out of the covers. It’s my thermostat.
    My ads are all about the fruity breads and belly fat. It’s making me schizophrenic in the same sort of love/hate way I feel about the sock munkay footie pjs.

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  6. Jelly of the footie sock munkay pjs. I heart me some sock monkey. I have the slippers and key chain to prove it. But I could never wear the footie thingamabob. My feet get too hot and I have to stick them out of the covers. It’s my thermostat.
    My ads are all about the fruity breads and belly fat. It’s making me schizophrenic in the same sort of love/hate way I feel about the sock munkay footie pjs.

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  7. Jelly of the footie sock munkay pjs. I heart me some sock monkey. I have the slippers and key chain to prove it. But I could never wear the footie thingamabob. My feet get too hot and I have to stick them out of the covers. It’s my thermostat.
    My ads are all about the fruity breads and belly fat. It’s making me schizophrenic in the same sort of love/hate way I feel about the sock munkay footie pjs.

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  8. Oh how I do love banana chocloate chip bread. YUMMMMM.
    Yo, Omom, consider your RAK delivered!
    From the George Kostanza file of “No good deed goes unpunished”…
    I decided my RAK will be to donate a pint of blood. I remember donating 10 years ago, and it was a breeze.
    Wouldn’t you know, I get a R.O.O.K.I.E tech, a 22yr old soft spoken girl who looks like she’d blow over if I sneezed. Apparently the system has changed in the past 10 years. First she had to prick my finger to check my coagulant number or something like that. Not only did she painfully prick, she squeezed. Then waited. Then squeezed again. Then waited. THEN SQUEEZED AGAIN. It was bloody painful.
    So we’re not exactly off on the best foot. But I’m keeping my eye on the mission, a RAK.
    She’s over preparing her instruments, for like, 10 minutes. When she comes over, I sarcastically ask, “So exactly how many bags are we going to fill?” Oh, but she got even. It hurt like a *&^% when she put the needle in, and I flinched. She exclaims, “Oh! Don’t move!” Hey, don’t STAB me and I won’t move. Something tells me this is gonna leave a mark.
    Then she’s having trouble getting the bag to fill, so some guy has to come over and fiddle with it. She had to keep the blood pressure cuff tight, and at one point, my fingers were going numb. Twice she had to release the cuff and refill. I still have no feeling in my right hand.
    So I’m trying like mad to concentrate on my magazine article. And its not working. Watching the clock, literally 20 minutes later I ask, “So, how are we doing there?” She responds: “The bag is almost half full.”
    Somehow this finally ends. She asks what color bandage I’d like. I honestly couldn’t care less,I just want to get the heck out of there. So she starts wrapping and wrapping and wrapping and wrapping this 2″ wide neon pink surgical tape around my arm. FIVE TIMES. Should I be worried about my limb at this point? (you’d love the pink, June)
    It was pouring down rain, when I went out to my car, guess who had a flat tire?! Yeah. And, I had planned to stop for gas on my way home. Did I mention it was pouring rain? Um, yeah. The 2 stations I went to, BOTH of their systems were down, cash only. All of the streets were flooded out here, you know how Southern CA gets when it rains.
    But I guess its not giving unless it hurts. Apparently they mean that literally. So I’m counting it as TWO random acts of kindness: one as Nurse Wratchett’s guinnea pig, and the other as donor to the poor soul who actually needs my cholesterol-laden blood, which apparently is the consistency of used motor oil. And now I’m DONE. For a long, long time. (My apologies to June for leaving a novel in the comments section!)

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  9. My last comment didn’t post. Lula makes eating toilet paper look pretty tasty. My dogs have never been fans of toilet paper, but they have a penchant for blankets and area rugs. When Zoey was a puppy she loved dryer sheets and used kleenex. Nothing can compare to the joy of pulling cloth out of your dog’s butt.

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  10. June, this has nothing to do with anything but I thought you should know:
    I vaguely recall you not being into musical theatre, but this is musical theatre that you might like … http://littlehousethemusical.com/
    It’s coming to Raleigh in March, I believe. Even if you have no interest in going, I thought you might be amused to know that it exists. Unless you already know, in which case, disregard this comment.

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  11. Alright gang. A little mini RAoK here. When you post a comment, sometimes it has to fly through space awhile before it lands. Hulk learned this the hard way too, once. ONCE.
    So does that mean the dog’s gonna leave a paper trail soon? Has she learned NOTHING from Tiger this week?

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  12. Even though I am not considering this a real RAK, last night at the dentist’s office (where I waited for 2.5 hours for a ding and dang procedure that took less than 10 minutes) I held the door for a man who was carrying several boxes and almost dropping them.
    June~ I will be making peanut butter bars, oreo truffles (mint and regular), chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter cookies, sugar cookies, 7 layer bars and caramel corn this season. Take your pick.

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  13. Jan, I’ll take one of each. K thx.
    My dog has not eaten toilet paper or anything, but we did catch her sneaking a few slurps from a mixed drink once. She got a little tipsy and it was funny, sad and scary all at the same time. Damn alcoholic! πŸ™‚ (She was ok, by the way, but I was a little tired from having to moniter her all night!)

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  14. Rules for Belly Fat, Belly Fat recipes, Martha Stewarts banana bread recipes, Lose Belly Fat. Hmmm…. Lula, got a recipe for TP bread, it must be fat free. I wonder if Martha has belly fat? RAKs that make you fat, its the Giving Season.

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  15. ?? I have a Chevy ad and a Paypal ad. I never get the good ads!
    My mother once had to pull a handiwipe (remember them?) out of our dog’s butt. The dog was a dalmation and the handiwipe was reddish, so that was festive.

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  16. ?? I have a Chevy ad and a Paypal ad. I never get the good ads!
    My mother once had to pull a handiwipe (remember them?) out of our dog’s butt. The dog was a dalmation and the handiwipe was reddish, so that was festive.

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  17. ?? I have a Chevy ad and a Paypal ad. I never get the good ads!
    My mother once had to pull a handiwipe (remember them?) out of our dog’s butt. The dog was a dalmation and the handiwipe was reddish, so that was festive.

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  18. June ~ I strongly recommend Jan’s Oreo Truffles. STRONG.LY.
    Hulk ~ I spit out my bean dip when I read your comment. Pretty.
    I am doing a RAoK for myself. Is that wrong?! I have a fire in the fireplace so I can hear the cracklin and feal the warmth while I am folding folding folding laundry. Usually I don’t like to waste the wood on myself. Hanky Panky the Chocolate Lab is all curled up on his bed in front of said fire. Adorable. Yay me!

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  19. I miss Frankie 😦
    My RAK (not so random though) is participating in the Wish Tree program through my company. Every year we buy Christmas gifts for kids in the Head Start program. It makes me so sad when they ask for things like a winter coat. I remember when I was a young, single mom and times were tough, so I like helping someone who’s walking in my shoes. In keeping with that, I always try to find a boy with my son’s name.

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  20. I did a RAK yesterday…I took a box of cookies over to the fire station, just because. Next week I’m volunteering at the Operation Christmas Child warehouse in Charlotte, preparing gift boxes for children around the world.

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  21. I forgot to mention that whenever I see pix of your dishes, as in today’s post and on your Thanksgiving one, I drool over (not on) them. I really really like them. I wish I could get nice dishes, but alas that will have to wait until the munchkins are a little older.
    Is there a date set for this month’s book club? I’ll see if Serena (the book, not the person – my computer doesn’t do italics in the comments) is available at the library on Thursday.

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  22. dear june: how do these folks know where to mail things to you? doesn’t that freak you out a little bit? because, frankly, if you give me your address, me and two of my girlfriends will be wanting to get in the car in order to come visit you! the girl who turned me on to you, as well as the girl with whom i shared you in turn. seriously. we want a 2010 road trip just to come have coffee and say hello. you’re not that far from the baltimore / DC area, and we just love you and your blog and your pets and, dare i say it, even marvin! and did i mention that we are completely normal (aside from the stalker tendencies), professional, funny, fun women? not at all like the crazy ladies who you meet at, say, the cat shelter, i promise! wait, should we send you gifts first?! πŸ˜‰

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  23. Delurking for Tallulah! I love her! and the cats too. I crack up at your stories about them. My chocolate lab is a eater of toilet paper too. Her and Tallulah would be BDF’s Im sure! Anyway, just wanted to say your blog never fails to make me laugh! Thanks!

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  24. Frankie is the best! She was my Secret Santa a few years back and made me a sweet hat/scarf set that I love and wear often! You’re a lucky gal to get baked goods πŸ˜‰

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  25. A little stretching is good before you exercise, so I thought I would stretch the truth a little with a warm-up RAK before attempting anything too strenuous. I have a coworker, who will remain nameless, but if you need imagery, imagine Frasier Crane’s ex-wife Lilith. She comes into my office each morning, first thing, to try out her sermonette of the day. Today, instead of looking bored, I told her I liked her seasonal sweater. She went into her version of Violet’s “Why this old thing? I only wear this when I don’t care how I look” line from “It’s A Wonderful Life.” However, I could tell that she was touched, since she wandered back to her office in record time.
    I will work on some heavy-lifting RAKs soon. Perfect practice makes perfect.

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  26. Does taking two little old ladies on a road trip to see their other little old lady sister count as a RAK? How about the 1287463 times we had to stop so someone could go potty? How about the fact that it’s cold/snowy/sleety in Ohio and I’m from Texas? Now does it count as a RAK?
    P.S. Nice to see Buckeye fans everywhere!

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  27. Rats, I need to find a blogger who lives near a Dunkin Donuts to send me some Bavarian cremes. I absolutely love those donuts…although that banana bread looks delicious!
    For the love of Pete, give the poor cutie pie something other than toilet paper! LOL, just teasing.

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  28. Yo buckeye…
    Holy Moly. Take a breath, and insert some kind of punctuation. Please. Do you NOT know what your god DOES for a living??? And two plus, Dawn and I do NOT want THE Buckeye name associated with such nonsense…

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  29. I didnt even SEE that comment from the Buckeye till you said something, Hulk. She used punctuation, she just didnt use caps. And also too, Buckeye? I am really far from DC! And I am so not worth the trip. Im funnier on paper. Now if I went there and stood on a piece of paper, Id be worth seeing…

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  30. I actually drove by Barry Gibbs Nashville area home recently (Johnny Cash’s former home which unfortately burned down during Barry’s renovation). Thre is NOTHING going on there. I am wondering if Barry is going to rebuild or sell or what. I was looking forward to him being a “neighbor”, just up the lake from me!

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  31. Brittani – I’m still working on your RAK. It was pouring down rain here in southern California yesterday. I was about to give my umbrella to a young and very pregnant woman in a parking lot. I was getting out of my car when she lit up a cigarette. Um, yeah.

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  32. I vote The Chief for comment of the week. KILLED me!
    WHERE IS THE RECIPE JAN????
    June ~ Are you saying you don’t want any of us to drop in over there in North Carolina to have coffee and any baked goods you may have gotten from Fed Ex?

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  33. dear hulk: i understand and appreciate you wanting to protect the reputation of all things buckeye. june is correct, however, i do use punctuation (and usually correctly) but i shun caps. it’s because i work in visual design, and i personally think it’s cute. yes, cute. adorable. kittenish, even! >^..^<
    does it seem a little desperate of me to want to drive so far just to meet june? is she really not worth it? well, no address was forthcoming so i guess i'll never know! but what i DO know is: i have a full, happy, blessed life, and reading this new-to-me blog is like a big fat cherry on top. thanks, june. xoxo

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  34. Have I mentioned before that my 3 year-old son has those EXACT same monkey pajamas, and that I had to cut off their little eyes so he wouldn’t eat them and choke on them at 2am? Yes? Oh, good, I hate it when I repeat things.

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  35. I liked Frankie too & miss her blog although I havent’ ready any blogs for about a month so am now chained to the computer to get caught up. Glad to hear she is fine and making the bread in NYC…

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