Constant craving

The thing I like about "raisin spice"-flavored oatmeal is that I can trick myself into thinking I'm eating an oatmeal raisin cookie.

Delicious. On with the show.

Back in my days as a pro cheerleader, I used to attend a lot of PR events; sign autographs, kiss babies, that sort of thing. One day at an event, a man walked up to me with his wife and kids.

"Hey, I know you. You work at [large aeronautics company west of town]."

I pulled the tablecloth over my exposed midriff and answered affirmatively. "I do, do you work up on the factory mezzanine, too?"

"No, ma'am. I'm a crane operator."

Of course, he was referring to the giant ceiling-mounted cranes used to move heavy aircraft components from one end of the plant to the other.

And of course, I now only wear crew-neck shirts.