Yesterday
I popped a frozen stick of butter into the microwave to melt it so I could mix it with
brown sugar for my monkey pull apart sticky buns. Some of the butter stuck to
the wrapper so I turned and looked at Agnes. She must have known what I was
thinking because she “meowed” and walked over. I held the wrapper
taught, bent down, and let her lick the excess butter off. I’ve always done
this for our dogs and cats but suddenly I wondered if an observer would think
it odd. Then, just like in those Prego commercials where bad choices are outted,
my mind wandered off to other weird things people do.
My
husband can’t suck on a hard candy. Nope, he pops a peppermint into his mouth
where it sits for about two seconds and then he starts to crunch. I’ve
chastised him for this to no avail. I mean, it sounds like his teeth are
breaking. One of our granddaughters does the same thing and I once had a boss who
did that, too. What’s with these people?
I
have a relative, who, when contemplating a tough problem, like the answer to a
Trivial Pursuit question, will suddenly seem to go off into another world. The
manifestation of that is her rolling eyes. It’s as though she’s consulting ancient
manuscripts, early television, and her own memory bank and perusing them all
for the solution. You can’t talk to her when her eyeballs are reeling for fear
she might either pass out or lunge at you. Kind of scary. She usually gets the
right answer, too.
If
you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you know I’m a licker. A serving spoon
crusted with little bits of a delicious casserole, a beater full of whipped
cream or frosting – they don’t have a prayer. The will be licked clean – um –
when nobody is looking, of course. And after I’ve beaten back a couple of grand
kids. “Go watch Dora! Grandma’s real busy.”
I’ve
drawn a few conclusions from this mental exercise.
Critters
love butter and if I can give them some, I will.
Some
people are crunchers. The rest of us are suckers.
Magic
eyeballs are so cool! I want some.
I
may need help – “Hello, my name is Susan and I’m a licker.” Call me if you know someone.
How
about you? Care to share?
I watched my DIL let the dogs lick the beaters. She held one in each hand so each dog had its own. Marion
ReplyDeleteGood frosting, batter, whatever - should not go un-licked! Thanks for coming by, Marion.
DeleteNow, that's funny. My support group intro would go like this, "Hi. I'm Rhonda, and I stink at waiting." :D
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to believe you stink at anything, Rhonda. So - we'll just have to trust you on that. =0) Thanks for stopping by!
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