The incidentals . . . morph into deal-breakers . . .
filled with luscious dreams of hapless heroes . . .
barreling down fire escapes . . .
lobbing putdowns from the three-point line . . .
Not sure what I was thinking . . .
Sitting back watching the game erode . . .
But you said . . . Yeah, I said . . .
You have just finished off the cinnamon flavored chips . . .
and are about to start in on the scones . . .
The lapdogs have friended your lap . . .
and your old neighborhood . . .
where they desperately seek members of the opposite sex . . .
for tag-team go-arounds . . . and get-togethers . . .
Close encounters with pea soup? . . . Enough, already! . . .
You were always good . . .
at coding telephone numbers on matchbooks.com . . .
tracking the evanescent stuff flying through our lives . . .
Whatever happened to comparison shopping? . . .
But he/she is married, you know! . . . Yes? . . . And? . . .
Even the snow is not perfectly harmless . . .
Christy Turlington |