I’m Calling A Yuletide Truce

ON HOLIDAZE CHUNKIN’

Time Out With The Festive Noshing & Imbibing … 

Boom.  Shaka.  Laka.

Okay, Not So Easy, Pillsbury Cowboy Loitering At The Buffet.  Put The Fork Down And Back Away.  Nice & Easy.

“So, What About Last Night?”

 

OINKING OUT

Why I’m Writing … 

My Not So Fun Fact Confession Obsession:

No One Said Eat-All-Of-Them.  At Once.  Like I Was Destroying The Evidence.

It’ll Show Up Anyway.  Uninvited.  In The Belly, Butt …

 

EXACTLY THE MOMENT

Distressing, Dressing On New Year’s Eve … 

The Little Black Dress

Or Lululemony Stretchy Pants?

What Goes Better With Moët & Chandon Imperial Brut?

 

DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT

I Ain’t Alone … Y’All, Over There …

With Your Sticky Fingers.  Greasy Smile.  Salty Lips.

Au Chocolat Smeared Knuckles.  Sweet Baci Breathe.  Hershey Kisses, Mwah, Darling.

Wine Shine.  Pretty, Pretty.  Valentine.

 

NAILED THE SCALE

To The Ceiling … 

Better It Look Down At Me

Than Me Hating Down At It.

“Denial: Oh, What A Feeling!”

 

MIRROR, MIRROR

We Been Through This And That …

Couple, Too Many, Times Before.

Neither One Of Us Trying.  To Work It Out.

The Way We Once Did.  Living For Lying.  Only Crying, Regrets.

 

SLIM, SHADY

Its Been Awhile …

“Comme Ci, Comme Ça, Bébé.”

How ‘Bout Chew, Hoss?

Alright.  Alright.  Alright.

 

Image By Nihan Güzel Daştan From Pixabay

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