We go way back.
Mommy’s late-night indulgence-
Of habit and friend.
My expanding waistline,
Exposes this affection.
The fact that I chose to write about ice cream should be a red flag that the relationship has crossed into unhealthy territory. (Not to mention that I just used “ice cream” and “relationship” in the same sentence.) That I have three open cartons and arranged a photo shoot should earn me mandatory admittance into an in-patient program. It should. Yet still I’ve got my freedom….and a craving for chocolate fudge brownie ice cream. Rats. I don’t have that flavor…
I guess this is what happens when a childhood reward becomes a teenage confidante and finally, my secret stash of after-the-kids-go-to-bed sweetness.
“Give us 33 words (exactly) that tell us three different uses for one object. But don’t just tell us that a can opener can be used to 1) open cans, 2) open beer bottles and 3) break a window in case of a fire. Tell us a story, like Lead Belly did, if you can. It won’t be easy, but you guys are far beyond needing easy prompts.
Example by blues musician Lead Belly: You take a knife, you use it to cut the bread, so you’ll have strength to work; you use it to shave, so you’ll look nice for your lover; on discovering her with another, you use it to cut out her lying heart.