In which I have slipped into a food coma
So I can't think of what to write here. Both of kids were home with both of their partners. What is it about children being home on a holiday that triggers the instinct to cook and eat insane amounts of food? I expect not to be hungry again for three and a half days.
We had 22 submissions last week for the challenge, and I think that might be a record. My pick of the week comes from Lycanthropia who shares my guiltless love of overpriced lotions with exotic sounding ingredients.
and you know none of what I’m now going to tell you
There’s the vanilla and sweet orange lotion I bought today for nine dollars, I used the tester and my arms still smell like cookies. There are the strange bright red bumps on my right leg which, I can’t imagine what caused them, they don’t itch. There’s my recently acquired taste for pinot grigio with ice cubes, and my new used collected sonnets of Edna St. Vincent Millay; there’s my crisp white sheets and then there’s how thankfully I stretch out beneath them at two a.m. after dancing with new friends, grateful at last for your sheer and total absence.
This is the last week of National Poetry Month. As promised, the prompt this week is again from a poem, but also in anticipation of the rapidly approaching Mother's Day. No matter how imperfect she might have been, don't forget to show your love and gratitude.
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