A long, long time ago, the Smith family and the Roy family intersected in several ways. In 1972, Dad and Dr. Bill were running for national offices, as Democrats. In the mid-1970s, Brother and Bill, Jr., were roommates in law school. In 1981, Dr. Bill was my OB/GYN and would have delivered Luke had he not been on vacation (Dr. Bill, not Luke). In the late 1990s, Dad was elected to the Kansas Legislature, and Bill, Jr., was his "mentor".
Bill Jr.'s wife, Juanita, is running for office in the Overland Park area (all those JOCO towns run together to me so I call them all "Overland Park"). It was cool to see a yard sign of someone I knew. And of someone who wasn't a repuglican..
I spent the night with my sister in law who was having furnace trouble. Apparently there was some concern about leaking carbon monoxide. She gave some thought to running the furnace long enough to "take the chill off the house" this morning but then she figured if it killed me, a warm house would be overrated. My flannel jammies and I got along just fine.
I spent the day with my friend, Jennifer, a KSU grad and mother to sweet Evie. We packed a lot of living into today. We went to Penzkey's Spices in old Overland Park then tootled around the farmer's market. Then on to Krispy Kreme doughnuts. There is no reason to ask why. Nor is there any reason for me to explain why.
Lunch at On the Border. Paid booth rental and stayed for way longer than it took to eat. Then, we had to check out "Cupcakes Ala Mode" to inquire about birthday cupcakes for Baby Evie's first birthday. While we were there we HAD to buy several cupcakes. I mean, we couldn't just stand in line for information, could we? No. We could not.
I brought home Salted Caramel and some kind of chocolate with a caramel center, chocolate frosting topped with pecans.
That wonderful store made me want to open a cupcake bakery in Wamego.
What with me being in such great health and able to be on my feet for hours on end, I can't think of a better idea.
It was the best day I've had in a long time.
