Pardon My French, But Revisité
The crazy granny proudly pulled a tart cake from her greasy navel and declared it well-baked. "Everything in my kitchen is low-fat except me." –anonymous song recommendation: Mashed Potato Time by Dee Dee Sharp Pardon My French, But Revisité My older and much less attractive brother was telling me about a book he’s reading called No Green Bananas . Or something like that. To tell the truth, he talks so much I tend to tune him out. The point of the book is that life is short, so why buy green bananas when there is no guarantee you’ll be alive to eat them when they finally ripen? My first quibble with the book is how do you get 50,000 words out of what I just summarized in one sentence? I’ve run across similar books. I would name them, except that would take research and I'm not up for that kind of effort since, according to Green Bananas , there’s a good chance I’ll be dead before I...