A Wearing Affair...Again

Cookies, Biscuits, Cakes and Tarts. Pies, Betty's, Cobblers, Scones, Shortbread, Eclairs, Napoleons, Ladyfingers,  Truffles.

To what do I owe these scrumptious lovelies?

I share with them all that I am, my hips and thighs, my once weightless gait and now I'm waiting on my gaits to catch up with the rest of me.

Why is it I dream of them with reckless abandon and no self control and how have they become my lover instead of the tall dark and handsome? As sad as this is I know I am not alone. There are many of us meeting this sweet lover that rests his or her hands on our waists and hips and promise us endless pleasure, but I know they only last as long as the taste lingers on lips and tongues and then they are gone. What a sinful pleasure,  we know it isn't right, a love affair that is not what we had hoped it would be.

How do we end this meeting of flavors and sights that tease the eyes with sparkle and fluff?

Will it end, will we kiss these delicate layers goodbye before the evil of it all takes over?

I try to envision the corners of Betty drying up and Napoleon withering next to dear Ladyfinger, and all that was good is dead and dying, but out of the corner of my eye.. I catch a glimpse of something glimmering brimming with health and resurrection. ...tsk.......I'll visit that vision a time or two, but now I have to get back to Napoleon, he is waiting.....

written by 
Barbara Lambert

photo from http://babeinthecitykl.blogspot.com/

as I licked my fingers..
 updated 08/12

The Busy Spider

What's you're family like?

Is there an Uncle Fester in your bloodline?  Do you have to worry about a little bit of Twilight in those incisors? 
Or is Aunt Biddie really Uncle Bud? 
It kinda makes sense now that she fixed your car sittin' on those  blocks --you'd been meaning to get to.


Is your family so eccentric Barnum and Bailey, could use them for their next act?




Normal, couldn't possibly ever, be crossing your threshold.




Hey?  that Thanksgiving, when you were invited to your ex's house?  You knew someday you'd write about it.


 Let's see,  there were the Jones who ran the flower shop, they were there looking all normal and nice...they moved to Georgia not long ago...dont'cha know..shoot no more flowers, no more chit chat on a long afternoon........normal?


And then, there was the drag queen that thought she was more worthy of your bra than you were, needless to say the temperature inside was hot enough for a fight. 
That would have been a good reason to ask for the turkey leg. 


Speaking of turkey, which reminds me of the hooker that came with her mother and she was a vegetarian so she brought tofu turkey, in the shape of.  It almost made the one on the platter look like a masterpiece.  Oh Mona!
Nothing could ever top that Thanksgiving, but give me some time, and maybe just maybe I'll find another cobweb or two. 


When Truth or Consequences, To Tell the Truth, Family Feud, starts adding up to your family and the Hatfield and the McCoys are looking better and better, it's book time.

I  believe families come in all shapes, sizes, and zip codes.  They are NOT the norm.  I don't care what some people may say or what they may try to tell you but families always have some kind of skeleton in their closet.....(go ahead read between those lines,  you know who want to)

It takes a skillful and dedicated hand to make a quilt.

The best stew simmers in the pot

Fine wine only gets better with age

And for every  generational tree you are sure to find a nut!

Itkupilli extras blog art get credit for the visuals

Hey there Darlin....

....I see you next to me with your indifference, acting like you're not paying attention...but your eyes and the quirk of your mouth tell a different story. 

Don't you know I love you, of course you do, what's the matter honey?

Look over here...into my goo goo eyes......forever....