EOOUU!!! I Love Mustard. (This is a true story. If you have children you will probably relate to this father.) As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection: a thick slab of ham on a fresh bun with crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light brown, gourmet mustard. The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it to the table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands but was stopped by my wife suddenly at my side. "Here, hold Johnny (our six-week-old son) while I get my sandwich," she said. I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder and was reaching again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a streak of mustard on my fingers. I love mustard. I had no napkin. I licked it off. It was not mustard. No man ever put a baby down faster. It was the first and only time I have sprinted with my tongue protruding. Wi th a washcloth in each hand, I did the sort of routine shoeshine boys do; only I did it on my tongue. Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so hard, my wife said, "Now you know why they call that fancy mustard . . ."Poupon." Thelly, the Storylady, Cardiff by the Sea For a virtual visit go to http://www.lifestorywriting.net/ My Blog Spot: http://cardiffstorylady.blogspot.com/ Join the fun at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/life-story-writing/ For Quiet Moments http://www.gospelcom.net/rbc/odb/odb.shtml Seeking? http://www.reasons4faith.org/ Share at Spiritual Retreat http://groups.yahoo.com/group/spiritual-retreat/ The Truth Project www.thetruthproject.org [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
