Welcome, My Sillies! Together we'll uncover morsels of sweetness in the light and dark. You'll crave chocolate. I'm a naughty influence. {Note: I avoid Hershey's but partake in regular fixes of fair trade and organic varieties.} Please enjoy a ravenous sampling, and may you fast become addicted. Cheers to all things sweet. That, Dear Sillies, includes you.
I hope that summer never, ever makes its way to this side of the world again. A good massage is a very different question. A socially distanced massage is a failure. Sigh.
Yes, may it NEVER even go close to your fine homeland, EC. It's unbelievable how brutal things got there. Oy. And yes to an intimate massage with proper protective gear. Smiles.
Hooray for summer 2020! Are we having fun yet? Are we there yet?
First, dear friend, I want to let you know that you rock a swimsuit like nobody's beeswax. Liz Hurley ain't got nothin' on you. :) Second, I noticed the picture of my favorite Progressive and the tag "Berning up!" Are you saying that Bernie is the masseur in your story? I can name a certain president who rubs me the wrong way. :) Your story is a page turner, Robyn. I needed to go and take a cold shower right in the middle of it. :) You had me going there and I appreciate the clever way you wrote it.
The first few words of your "gripping" story immediately reminded me of a favorite song by a favorite band. In late 1966 the LA-based rock band called Love led by Arthur Lee released their second album, and one of the beautiful songs on it is entitled "Orange Skies." The song begins with these lines:
Orange skies Carnivals and cotton candy and you And I love you too you know I do
I wish you a good week and a safe and enjoyable summer, dear friend Robyn!
Gosh, Shady, you say all the best things -- things that make me giggle and smile. Thanks for appreciating my perfect body. It took me a long time to...find just the right magazine cut-outs to pull it off. I love that a song starts with Orange skies. I'm intrigued and will seek it out on google.
You had me wondering who the giver of such pleasure would turn out to be. Summer for me means staying inside. I miss going walking with the pups, but it's too hot for all of us.
A massage is better than nothing, I guess! But I was waiting for some salaciousness about Bernie or Pope Francis or some other Old Man Kink. You led me on with the illustrations, you tease.
Annointed in oils, beaded sweat and calm bliss, I can't help but giggle, if it were me - way too much jiggle.
alas, I hate strangers touching me. The thought of a massage (even back in the olden days before stranger danger germs) gave me the willies. I'm very ticklish (TMI)
Anyway - no matter what, you are freakin' hilarious. Happy Summer my friend - it's here and it's burning in TX
Oh, I know, Joanne. Those few and far between times when I've gotten a massage, I tend to forget to say that I'm ticklish on my lower back. And the jiggle -- well, that goes without saying. I can relate. Hugs.
I hope that summer never, ever makes its way to this side of the world again.
ReplyDeleteA good massage is a very different question. A socially distanced massage is a failure. Sigh.
Yes, may it NEVER even go close to your fine homeland, EC. It's unbelievable how brutal things got there. Oy. And yes to an intimate massage with proper protective gear. Smiles.
DeleteHi, Robyn!
ReplyDeleteHooray for summer 2020! Are we having fun yet? Are we there yet?
First, dear friend, I want to let you know that you rock a swimsuit like nobody's beeswax. Liz Hurley ain't got nothin' on you. :) Second, I noticed the picture of my favorite Progressive and the tag "Berning up!" Are you saying that Bernie is the masseur in your story? I can name a certain president who rubs me the wrong way. :) Your story is a page turner, Robyn. I needed to go and take a cold shower right in the middle of it. :) You had me going there and I appreciate the clever way you wrote it.
The first few words of your "gripping" story immediately reminded me of a favorite song by a favorite band. In late 1966 the LA-based rock band called Love led by Arthur Lee released their second album, and one of the beautiful songs on it is entitled "Orange Skies." The song begins with these lines:
Orange skies
Carnivals and cotton candy and you
And I love you too you know I do
I wish you a good week and a safe and enjoyable summer, dear friend Robyn!
Gosh, Shady, you say all the best things -- things that make me giggle and smile. Thanks for appreciating my perfect body. It took me a long time to...find just the right magazine cut-outs to pull it off. I love that a song starts with Orange skies. I'm intrigued and will seek it out on google.
DeleteBe well, dear Shady.
All good things may end, but they can return when you got a good friend.
ReplyDeleteAnd sometimes that friend
Deletejust needs a good charge
because the real ones go flaccid
are are more micro than large.
You had me wondering who the giver of such pleasure would turn out to be. Summer for me means staying inside. I miss going walking with the pups, but it's too hot for all of us.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Ugh. I'm sorry, Janie.
DeleteStay cool inside with your pups.
Love you.
A massage is better than nothing, I guess! But I was waiting for some salaciousness about Bernie or Pope Francis or some other Old Man Kink. You led me on with the illustrations, you tease.
ReplyDeleteHa! "Old Man Kink" - I like him. Now to find one around here.
DeleteSorry for getting your hopes up, only to be disappointed yet again, Debra. I know the feeling all too well.
Annointed in oils, beaded sweat and calm bliss, I can't help but giggle, if it were me - way too much jiggle.
ReplyDeletealas, I hate strangers touching me. The thought of a massage (even back in the olden days before stranger danger germs) gave me the willies. I'm very ticklish (TMI)
Anyway - no matter what, you are freakin' hilarious.
Happy Summer my friend - it's here and it's burning in TX
Oh, I know, Joanne. Those few and far between times when I've gotten a massage, I tend to forget to say that I'm ticklish on my lower back. And the jiggle -- well, that goes without saying. I can relate.
DeleteHugs.
Dear Robyn, thanks for the delightful poem. I needed to read something fun and you write so cleverly. Brava!
ReplyDeleteThank you, my very kind friend.
DeleteBe and stay of good cheer. Cool too. I hope you have solid A/C.
Hugs.
You are such a tease.
ReplyDeleteMeatballs would've been such a lame movie if not for Bill Murray.
So true, Alex. He was BRILLIANT in this. He MADE the movies. It would've flopped without him.
DeleteThank you.
Now I want a massage!
ReplyDeleteActually me too, but I guess it's not the smartest time for that.
DeleteBe well, Spunk.
Cheers, RR.
ReplyDeleteIn Houston we have Summer, Humidity annnd Summer. Jealous? :)
ReplyDeleteOh my, not at all, Yvonne. In fact, I'm very sorry.
DeleteHang tough, my friend.
And eat as much ice cream as necessary. =)
Hugs.
Ready or not, here it comes! Happy summer, Robyn.
ReplyDeleteHappy summer, Connie.
DeleteThank you.
Summer's here and I'm already sick of heat index days in the 100s.
ReplyDeleteMe too, Jeff.
DeleteHope you find ways to stay cool and in the water.