A friend and I were at a grocery store tonight, and as we walked down the aisle we saw rows and rows of olive oil.  Doesn’t it seem odd that there are levels of virginity for olive oil? 

There’s olive oil, virgin olive oil, and extra virgin olive oil. There might be others, I don’t know.  If you know your olives, and your oils, and your cooking, well – it might not be odd at all to you.

And if you don’t know anything about any of those things, you might really get the giggles in Wal Mart.

I keep trying to write something for this site, and it just doesn’t work. The concept of an “author site” has me completely, utterly  intimidated. 

I have no problem writing anything and everything over there, but here is another story.

Surely I’ll warm up to this site soon.

It’s chocolate-y brown.  

And that should be enough inspiration all on its own.