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No more dirty thoughts. Gotta let my sense

  • No more dirty thoughts. Gotta let my sense of humor mature, I said. Then Ma gave me a meatloaf tip at dinner: "Too much touch dries out the meat." C-can't.. resist.. lotion joke...
  • I closed my eyes; breathed deeply: in, out; in, out. Opening them, I allowed myself the slightest grin, and said, "Thanks, Ma. I'll keep that in mind." She nodded blithely, and
  • pumped another quart of breast milk into the jug. "That's for your breakfast cereal tomorrow!" she said & patted me on the head. I wish my mom would let me grow up. At 26, I was
  • Getting a little to attached to ALL her things that she gave me. Some times it felt awkward in public but at home I would do just about ANYTHING she wanted to do with me
  • because she was my Doctor. She had one of those shiny silver things strapped to her forehead. She had a lab coat. I didn't realize that she was a Frankenstein too. What this meant
  • for my co-pay, I had no idea. I dug my insurance card out to see what it might say on the subject of your PP being a Frankenstein and not the doctor. There was nothing specific.
  • The card showed my general information. Blood type: O-, Height 5' 10", Preferred dueling weapon: nunchucks, marital status: single. Nothing about Frankenstein here. I must have
  • Forgotten.
  • Temporarily. But eventually an old photo will be found and a little child will ask who it is in the picture. Someone old will fumble for the name and have a flash of memory.
  • Then I can do some wonderful mail art. I am ready, just need a recipient. Plyocene flower designs can be created without any effort. Do you want to be the guinea pig? Let me know!

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