We're having a Zach attack tonight. Our youngest grandson (age 3, soon to be 4) is here with his brother while his mother works. Milady and Zach are in the living room arguing about which piece goes in which puzzle, and I just finished washing the supper dishes. I'm sure Zach will get disgusted in a few minutes and want to go outside. PawPaw will be pressed into duty as outside watch.
While composing this little fluff piece, I am munching a piece of New York brand garlic Texas Toast. Great stuff, one of our favorites. I've bought a bunch of this stuff over the years and the name still jars me. New York and Texas sharing the same billing. This is a weird world.