Nuts

My niece Jada is two years old today. She only weighed a little over 4 pounds when she was born in 2003 and the doctors called her a little peanut. She's not quite a brazil nut yet, but she has grown into at cashew at least. Angela and I crack ourselves up with nut comparisons. I'm a slow-roasted, hickory smoked almond because it's usually a slow process getting to know me and I'm not the type you can just assume that everyone is going to get right away. Angela is a honey-roasted peanut because she's a little sweet, everyone likes her, and she fits in at every party. We both have depth of flava. I bet you could come up with a suitable nut for yourself too if you think about it.

We're taking my sister, Jada, and Ciara to lunch today, maybe at a new cajun place in Frisco that has fried pickles. We used to get fried pickles all the time at Katz's Deli in Austin and we have withdrawls every now and then. I hope they serve them with ranch dressing at this place. Okay, so the lunch part of Jada's birthday is mostly for the adults. But then we're going swimming at a friend's pool, and then to my sister's for birthday cake, which will completely violate my no-carbs late in the day rule, but whatcha gonna do.

We're leaving for Nebraska tomorrow right after I get off the air. Golf every morning on vacation, and we're helping my dad build a deck in the afternoons. Seriously. There isn't much else to do in Nebraska, so my dad may as well put Ellen and Rosie to good use. I'll bring the flannel...