Twofer

I learn things when I am on vacation that I already knew, but just didn't know it. For instance, all my life I have heard Mom say that sit ups are the way to get rid of belly fat. In spite of biology classes, I never questioned that claim until I was in a lecture on the Carnival cruise ship, Splendor. Interesting way to be reminded that muscles don't burn fat. I knew that muscles, like all cells, only metabolize sugar, but I never thought it through. Fat is converted to sugar in the liver. As far as I know, that is the only organ capable of reducing the complex fat molecule into muscle-ready fuel.
Tim, Mom, and I had a lot of fun talking last night. Quite the giggle fest, which often happens when I am with my family. Since I am often the only one laughing, I don't know if it is accurate to say that I'm laughing with them. While all my brothers are funny, Tim shares my perception of reality that really sets me off. Unless he's serious when he protests that he wasn't joking. An egg poacher based on automatic coffee makers? I don't think that he is that big of a poached egg fan.
We also had the opportunity to discuss wedding attire for our nephew's upcoming nuptials. Mom wants a completely coordinated outfit based on a beautiful blue dress she bought. And like everything else in life, the smaller the detail, the more consideration it is given. In this case, she wants blue stockings, although the flowers in the dress do have a touch of purple so that might be better. One thing she absolutely refuses to do, and she repeated this numerous times, she will not dye her hair blue.
Too bad. She could totally pull it off.
Then Tim wondered if a kilt fit the category of 'cocktail casual' that is the happy couple's dress code for the event. We decided that with a suit coat, it would be quite dressy. But I insisted that if a kilt isn't plaid, it is just a skirt, which Tim took umbrage at. Once again, I'm pretty sure he was joking, but I decided to drop the matter because it really didn't interest me that much.
Now that I think about it, Dan said the weather would be too hot for stockings, and that Mom shouldn't wear them due to the heat. When I told him that she wanted to wear blue stockings, he might have assumed, since she is eighty four years old, that she meant those knee hi type stockings that high school girls wear. Since I went stocking shopping with Mom, I can assure him that she meant panty hose that have a pattern. You know, the kind that strippers wear.
On the other hand, everyone knows that kilts require knee high’s. And since Debbie forbids stocking in sandals, the kilt is out of the question. Bringing up such fine points makes Tim quite snarky, insisting that he wasn't serious, so I guess he wasn't laughing with me.
Nancy Sherer