Geographical Poetry

Michael has a secret stash of gummi bears. They are kept in a place that is secret enough that he hopes I can't find them, but obvious enough that if I called him out on it he'd be able to say, "Wha-- What do you mean? We always keep gummi bears in a tightly wrapped package wedged between the decorative bowl and a stack of papers on the entryway table." Which would be a lie, because we don't even usually have gummi bears in the house.

My question to you is this: What do I do about the gummi bears? Option 1: Call him out on the secret hoarding of sweet treats. Option B: Continue sneaking gummi bears without letting him know I've found the cache. Option 3: Move the secret stash to another location and wait to see if he'll ask me about them. (Please give me your opinion in the poll box on the right hand side of this screen.)

I realize that if he reads this blog the jig will be up. You could call this an experiment for me to find out just how often Michael does read this blog.

Moving on, Michael used the word "isthmus" in correct context the other day. I'll leave it up to your imagination to think of how the word "isthmus" was used, but it was lovely. What a lovely word, don't you think? It got me thinking. Don't you think that some geographical features have truly lovely sounds to them? I'll give you some examples.

Isthmus.

Archipelago

Plateau

Peninsula

Butte

(Do you think there's ever been an older Southern gentleman who's looked upon a really magnificent butte and said, "Yep, she's a beaut!"?)

Tectonic