Flavor of the Month

Once again I can’t get Plinky to come up, but I know what todays prompt is via Facebook;  If you were a flavor, what would you be?  So I guess we’re revisiting our childhoods here, trying to answer a sneaky question that makes us think of words to describe ourselves and what we’re like.

I’m suffering from introspection overload, and I’m no child on normal days, so why not ask some actual children for their answers to this?  I’ve got a few of them handy as it happens, since today is a snow day and there are four grandchildren milling about willing to answer grandma’s weird questions.

Kale hardly needed to give it any thought at all.  His answer was immediately “Annoying Orange.”  Anyone who knows Kale will appreciate the very subtle humor in that.

Corey decided (with a little help from his brother) on “Kung Fu Coconut”, because he is evil and funny and a bit nutty.  Then he had second thoughts about it and made ‘annoying apple’ his final answer.

Omayja chose “Minty Ice Cream” because she is smooth and cool and sweet and delicious and everybody loves her.  All true.  You can ask her grandma.

Madison thought she might be more like “hot and spicy pizza”, so hot that she could make people cry.  Everybody knows Maddy has this side to her personality.  Then she grinned and told me she’d be a honey dip donut instead.  We would all like the donut girl to surface more often.  Especially on snow days when we’re all cooped up inside trying to be quiet so mom can rest and get better after her surgery.

We’ve made it all the way from 7 a.m. to noon!  Yay me and my flavorful crew!

Snow Slang

I’m feeling the cold in my bones again today. Goose bumps everywhere. January is the month of three-dog nights.

No ordinary hoodie for me – I’m wearing a big old bunny hug, and it still feels like Siberia in here. If I could scrape together enough loonies and toonies and a good bit of moxie, I’d scoot on over to Timmies for a double double to warm myself up.

Then maybe I could go join the rink rats, pretend there’s a lineup from Winterpeg, Manisnowba, or some such team from away. Hoot and holler for a bit; things like dick smack cherry picker, goal suck, hoser; until they’ve had the biscuit and take off, eh? That kind of thing can get you all toasty.

But I don’t want to blow this pop stand until these sub-zero temperatures take a hike. Nope, gonna hold up and take it easy. Down east they’ve got the snow blanket too, megalopolis to the boonies, all snowed in and snowed under.

What can you do, except get yourself snug as a bug. Knock off, hang loose. Put your feet up and hunker down.

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