To Heel or Not to Heel

Recent conversation with a friend:

Friend: What should I wear to this (relatively important) meeting with strangers?

Me: No boots.

She: I don’t have anything but boots and flip-flops.

Me: Wow that sounds like a haiku or a county-western song.

She: Laughter.

Me:

four seasons become half as many shoes in her closet

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boots or flip flops —
to heel or not
to heel

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how to read shoes?
favorite blue clogs
half my age

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flip or flop
boot or mute
all in a meeting

 

Legs II

 

Who Names This Stuff?

Today at lunch at an upscale tavern – the libations included the following draft beer choices:

FORGOTTEN BOARDWALK WHAT THE BUTLER SAW (Witbier)

21st AMMEDMENT SNEAK ATTACK (Saison)

DEMENTED ORCUS WEE HEAVY (Scotch Ale)

SMUTTYNOSE SINGLE DIGIT DUBBEL (Belgian Dubbel) ???

DEMENTED LUST (Nitro Stout)

CROOKED STAVE ORIGINS (Burgundy Sour Ale)

Who names this stuff? I want a job here. Can you imagine all the fun they have besides the tastings and getting paid for it? I think I could get into it — the naming game of course.

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For a Japanese brew and Haiku lovers: THE SOUND OF BASHO’S FROG LAPPING AT THE LOCAL PUB

For an Italian beer: CALL YOUR MOTHER!!! (LMAO on this one).

For a Jersey Girl IPA – Just post a photo of a woman in traffic giving the middle-finger-salute. (Yes!)

LOLOLOL What fun! To be continued.

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when demented + lust no longer shock — time to tip the bartender

Summer 2011

 

Lovers and Leftovers

 

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So I decided to bake a potato last night – a very infrequent occurrence. When I cut it lengthwise, this brown area stood out – not rot but underdeveloped potato. That was ok, until I leaned in as I was about to smear on the butter and saw the two faces and perfect lips. Thought I was imagining this and once again, while I was doing three other things – I had to run and get my camera. As if that weren’t enough, I also had to compose the photo — hence the fork.

I see faces in all of nature, on tree bark, on stones, in clouds but never before in a potato or an apple or peach – this is a first! And then I realized that today is Valentines Day. I got lucky and pulled a sweetheart potato. (I know I know — as my cousin would suggest — I need “to get a life”). Anyway, the two sides of the potato are lovers for now and after dinner — tomorrow’s leftovers.

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not even a full moon and yet its pull on my heart

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lovers and leftovers — how not to worry about what to write

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