We went out for dinner tonight.
Seated at the table next to us was a group of six women, all senior citizens, all wearing purple clothing and red hair accessories. Perhaps they were members of the Red Hat Society?
Regardless, they talked loudly, and we couldn't help, but overhear their conversation.
They talked about travel. They talked about Metamucil. They talked about this one's husband and that one's friend. And then they began to talk about cooking.
One lady, who apparently loves to bake, said, "...I make it with a lot of cinnamon, and you know, they say cinnamon is excellent for controlling blood sugar."
Aaaaacccckkkk! Jack does not need to hear hooey like that!
I immediately looked at him. Fortunately, he was engrossed in playing Plants versus Zombies on his iPod Touch and didn't say word.
I shot Gregg a look and silently mouthed, "Did you just hear that?"
"About the Metamucil?"
"No, the cinnamon!"
Gregg shook his head.
It appeared that I was the only one who'd heard the hogwash. Thank goodness!