Methinks my folks are on a date for they just popped open a bottle of red while munching on blue cheese and swaying to old school music. Yeah, music is a major aphrodisiac since I was told that there are mermaids who sing to lure men into their own clutches only to be doomed as the mermaid's slave forever. Sure, wine's a viagra in a fancy bottle because they say gods and goddesses gulp in wine and nibble on grapes when performing in the art called orgy. It helps them release the trapped heat in their bodies as well as their inhibitions. But molded cheese? I'm not so sure about that. But if that's how grown ups operate to get it on, then I'm-a have to pass on being an adult! This just makes me want to stay a kid forever since locking yourselves in this kind of dance sure is a lot of hardwork! Besides, i love being the baby. I am me folks perpetual baby.
My inner snail is now surfacing. With my strong arms and elbows, I drag my body across the bed with, of course, a push from my sturdy knees. Despite the snail pace of my getting-there crawling, my Mama and Papa are enveloped with the sheer elixir of life just seeing me drag my way from point A to point B. I get a kick from all their praising. So, here I am being the best snail I can be.
