I have to go out today with Curly, two scheduled appointments. One to check his contacts and another (and this one is quite a drive) to see his psychiatrist. Curly still thinks he can drive in this - and I'm NOT letting him. I grew up in the mountains and know how to drive in ice and snow, so I'm not afraid of my abilities. But the other drivers scare me. (Curly scares me....)
I have a confession to make. I collect something. Not Tatting. A silly something.
This isn't all of them. I need more stands - I have at least 100 Pez containers I haven't put up there.
I don't know how I got started with Pez. They're funny and cheap. I see them and I get them.
I don't try and collect vintage ones - only what's current. And I don't try and sell them or keep them MIB (Mint In Bag).
I don't get every type of Pez that's out there. For example, I have no Garfield or Teenage Mutant Minja Turtle Pez, because I hate them. I just get the ones I like. The sillier, the better. And I love the Star Wars ones.
The really wierd part? I hate Pez candy. I mean, it is foul and nasty stuff.
An aside - Larry and Curly were horsing around just a minute ago with FOOD. Curly picked up one of the crappy sliced fake-cheese slices, the kind in individual packages. He was flinging it like a frisbee. It went about 30 feet! Larry was cracking up. Those boys.....