A.G.E's Joint

“Daddy?” “Yes, Emmy?” “ What do you know ?” “About what? The baby?” “ No .” “Then, what?” “About hearts. ” “They beat. They run blood through your lungs the up to you brain to help you think..” “Oh...so, it runs blood to the baby?” “Yes, Sweetie.” “I heard if you smell flowers like a bee , it makes the baby sweeter.” “You’ll have to ask Mommy about that.” “Daddy?” “Am I made of sugar ?” “No, Emmy. You’re salt and pepper . Now, let’s get on home.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Michael Todd Pic- Dahlia Ramone Pic guesses: Flowers (in blog), Cherry tree, Brick path, blooms, way home.

Emily looked out the living room window, her scarlet curls reflecting in the glass. What a yucky day. Black mud pitted and splashed as each raindrop hit it. She knew it would be fun to play in it, mud all over face and dress. Mommy would be mad, her face squinched up like something smelled bad, yelling about being a mess and making a mess. The bath after would be fun, too. All the dirt piled up on the bottom and sides of the tub. But it was too cold outside. The “Ponies of the World” coloring book was on the coffee table next to her box of crayons. Grandma had given it to her for Christmas and there were only a couple of pages left. She liked finishing things. Flipping through the coloring book, she smiled. She had stayed in the lines. Her friends had torn up their coloring books, but not her. Both Mommy and Grandma said she was pretty neat when it came to paper stuff. It wasn’t that way at school. Miss Morgan would get after her for being too slow when she tried to be neat. If sh

Traffic on 400 was light and the orange sunrise matched his mood. The long expanse of concrete dulled Jimmy’s senses. This thoughts drifted to this morning. In a soft voice he began to sing. “ I've got you under my skin. I have got you, deep in the heart of me...” Her stepping out of the shower, flashing what he’d seen so many times before. “So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me. I've got you under my skin.” The firm hand ran along his chin, sending a thrill where it shouldn’t. It wasn’t smooth any more, which made it more ticklish and fun. Their little dance played in in the mirror as she swayed from side to side. The hand drifted across his chest, across his round belly. “I'd sacrifice anything come what might for the sake of having you near” Wet hair tucked into his shoulder and she purred. “Jimmy Morris, do I dazzle you ?” “Forever, Kathy Simpson.” The sound of his shout rattled around the car and a silly grin spread across his face

Hey, Heidy and Howdy! Good Morning Geritol Generation! Harry Handy is up early to give you your non-caffeine oldies jolt. Let’s start off with what you’re supposed to be doing right now...from 1958-Bobby Darin is Splish Splash-ing into your hearts... The green eyes popped open. Good Lord, that’s cold. Quickly, Kathy flicked the faucet temperature up and gently eased back in. Grabbing the wash cloth, she could hear Jimmy grunting on the toilet. “God, I hope he remembered to spray”, Kathy said to herself. Popping gas echoed over the inane radio patter. Of all his sexy smells, that one wasn’t. Of course, he said the same thing about her and she’d agree. Handling gross was one thing you learned as when you had been together as long as they had been. Lavender and vanilla blocked out the worst of it. Her nose began to run a bit. The water brushed the drip away as she washed her face. The washcloth felt rough for some reason. Looking at it, she wondered-was this one of the wedding prese