I got some brand new roller skates . . .

. . . you got a brand new key. Wasn't that Melanie in the 60s, alluding to coupling of a different sort? Ah, those naughty 60s.

And speaking of 60, well, I broke that barrier a good while back, you know, and thought I was ready for the old folks' home.

Then something unexpected and wholly wonderful happened to me, and that little red-haired girl from a few entries back landed in my lap to challenge me. Being a DOP (Daughter of Peck), I never back away from a challenge, not even a double-dog dare. So I said to my Simpkins self, "What the heck?"

And while I'd never foul the air we breathe with a four-wheel drive, I got four special wheels put on these awesome skates (the silver and black ones on the left). I chose the red ones because, well, that little girl has red hair, doesn't she?


Three or four nights ago, while my intuitive fingers were doing their own walking through the world wide web, they found themselves on a skates web site. Since I don't believe in accidents or coincidences, I figured God had led me there to give me a talking to about getting off my sore behind and stopping already with the old lady act. When She speaks, I listen up. You can take that to the bank, brothers and sisters. God and Peck demand active listening, not just a nod or a "yeah, yeah." Straighten your spine, take a deep breath, and get ready to move with the Spirit, ladies and gentlemen.

So the skates aren't actually here yet, which is just as well since it's cold and rainy in my neck of the woods. But outside are glorious asphalt-paved roads checkered with little hills and dips and speed bumps, and when the call of the wild beckons, I won't be burning any oil or polluting the environment with anything but my panting breath when I slip on these skates and skate to the glory of God!

I'll be burning high-octane fat, and I can lade it on as fast as it melts away.

Elephant ear pastry anyone?