Yummy...

Pardon my French, but whadda great fucking word. Can be descriptive of so so many things...

Somea my yummies:

Butter pecan ice cream.
A wonderful, ain't no GD hurry, kiss.
A day off, 75 degrees, and someone to pal around with.
A filled gymnasium with a close, fun, exciting basketball game...
Eyes closed, thinking about family members that are no longer here - and remembering them living, loving life.

A weekend at the Mill.
Old cronies, Miller Lite, and talk of "back in the day" when there were no real 'have to's...
Hugs, platonic.
Hugs, that ain't platonic (prolly shoulda listed this one aheada the other!)
Bases loaded, tie game, 8th or 9th inning, Royal's (or Cardinals there Life After 50) batting on a nice July evening.

The efforts and unifying pinkness of the Susan G. Komen Foundation.
Picking up the phone and hearing a great ole familar voice from yesterday.
Leaving work and wishing co-workers a nice evening, weekend.
The keyboard, when crap comes easily.
Passion, any kind.

A dog's excitment for anything regular.
A cat's "be for real" expression for attempts to get them to do anything irregular.
A CD so perfectly loud it clouds out any worries, stressers, conflict.

Sex (sorry) when it's so much more than physical - it's for the love of the person.
Damn daddy, how do you compete with that one.

Victor, you don't. Sometimes simply hanging it up is yummy. May you have more yummies than yuck in your life. Love, Victurd