Kindergarten Kiss

I was 4. Sarah was 5. 3 ft 3 with blue eyes and blonde hair that stretched to her fingertips. Oh man, was she a looker. So talented, so smart. She baked goods with her own little oven and made the transition from velcro to laces within a week. What she saw in me I’ll never know.

We shared snacks. We shared secrets. And then one day, we shared a kiss. It was Canada Day and she invited me to her home. Our parents set the stage with a gorgeous fireworks display. Sarah leaned in and said, “I’m going to do the exact opposite of what you tell me. So if you tell me not to kiss you, I’m going to kiss you”. I told her not to kiss me and that was it 🙂

What did it feel like? Fisher Price perfection. It’s so hard to describe. Our love didn’t last forever, and Sarah may have left me with only orange lollipops in our settlement, but that kiss will last an eternity.

-Good Day/ Good Evening / Goodnight MR

Pinky The Plinko Chip

My name is Pinky The Plinko Chip from The Price is Right. I used to dream about taking over the world, but reincarnation foiled those plans and reduced me to the size of a coffee coaster. The constant bang bang makes my head go boom boom.  Oh the headaches! Those are the worst. If not the for the Advil I buy from the Grocery Game, I’d be through. This is me and my posse in action.

I’ve never been so happy to leave someone’s hand. David was sweet but a little sweaty. I was the last chip to go. I thought about giving him another $10 000, but too much money can change a man for the worse. We’ve all seen those stories right? The lottery winners who’ve lost it all. But I think David will be okay.

Here’s to David the happy human.

-Good Day/ Good Evening / Goodnight MR

A Completely Nonsensical Post

The photo above is a placeholder picture. It just takes up space. Like nonsensical writing to fluff up some homework you’ve copied from your favourite friend. I know. I should have said best friend, but I absolutely adore alliteration.

Although, puns are pretty perfect. I would go on a pun laced tear, but I don’t want to make you tear up. Hold on, that’s not a pun. You’re right, that’s a homograph. My favourite graph next to the bar graph. Or the pie graph. Mmmmmmm. Pie.

Do you like pie? I am adamant in my adoration for an axcellent apple pie. Gimme some of granny’s apples, a crisp crust, and a soft scoop of vanilla ice cream. Who doesn’t love vanilla ice cream? I know it’s not pistachio, liquorice, or Dunkaroo Delight, but it’s still pretty good.

Dunkaroos ice cream, there’s an idea.

-Good Day/ Good Evening / Goodnight MR


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