Took an early ride, picked up bag of peaches, bag of fresh maters, one more stop for a lb of pralines. Logged 157miles., my wife will insist on me going again, soon. Making them think it’s their idea ain’t too tough. She doesn’t ride anymore.
Just Ride. 
That brought back a memory. Thank you Phil. So it's like this:
My Dad was, occasionally, absolutely full of chit. This is the guy who took me to a funeral when I was four or five only because the dead guy had an identical twin. You can guess where there that went. Or it was his fault I got suspended for three days in Kindergarten because the other boys did not believe it when I shared the story of how my Dad had shot Billy the Kid. A fight ensued as I defended my dad's honor.
So, for as long as I can remember before I was 12 or 13 years old my Dad had told me that praline was just a fancy word for a woman's bra. Have no idea how or when it originally came up but, occasionally, like when you'd see a bra in the laundry, he'd just call it a praline. Subtle (it seemed).
Then, of course, about the time some girls were beginning to need them a 12 or 13 year old boy does what a 12 or 13 year old boy does and says something. Except I call it a praline. When I got home and expressed my indignation my dad was very very amused....
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