Not in a dish. Where’s the fun in that? I want an ice cream cone, and I want to WORK IT. In this weather, it becomes a race to see who wins: the licker or the lickee. I am the licker, and I will win. The lickee will give me a run for the money, though, and that is part of the challenge. But harken ye, lickee, the licker will win in the end. That is almost poetry, but the key word here is “almost.”
Another key word is “win,” for there are so many ways one can win.
Mom’s birthday party was nice. My sisters drove down and brought my nephew with them, and we all went out to eat and did a little shopping. My Other Sister brought Mom a beautiful birthday cake, but after stuffing ourselves in the restaurant, nobody was interested in eating it, so Mom is saving it for when her friends come over for some serious gaming.
That’s right, my mother does some serious gaming, several nights a week. You name it, she plays it. Scrabble, euchre, Mexican dominoes. . . . it’s not an atmosphere for amateurs.
Why, what were YOU thinking?
I’m thinking I wish I had some ice cream.