Marooons!...and midgets.

Yesterday our dear friend, Anonymous Poster, left the following message:

THIS SITE DID NOT HELP ME FOR MOONSHINE!

Since the poor fellow posted it under the Nocino recipe (and that reminds me, I owe one of the Summamamas a recipe for limoncello, which I will post shortly), I assume that he is another of the legion of poor souls who cannot figure out how to use a search engine.

Perhaps this fellow should consider laying off the moonshine, as it seems to be making his linguistic abilities falter. He also seems to be one of those pugnacious drunks who SCREAMS when he is three sheets to the wind.

So that is the Marooooon! part of the post.

I realize that most of you came here for the stories about midgets, or at least about miniaturized versions of grown-ups. So here goes...

This morning my parents had a 6am flight from Oakland, so they spent the night at our house and I drove them to the airport at some hour that really ought to be illegal.

When I got home I was shocked to find that my place in the bed had been taken by a midget. Upon closer examination I gasped, "they done shrunk Melanie!" But then I had to figure out what she was doing next to her shrunken self. "They done copied Melanie with the reduction setting on?!?" No, that couldn't be it.

Anyway, at that hour I was more intent on getting back to bed than figuring out why there was a big Melanie and a mini-Melanie in the bed. Anyway, the mini-Melanie thought that it would be better to sleep on top of my head than it would to be content to sleep between us. And I was far too exhausted to take the mini-Melanie back to her bed, so if posts seem grumpy and rambly, blame mini-Melanie (who is now being incredibly amusing, bringing me pieces of fruit from the fruit bowl for me to smell).