I’m in M&M rehab, which is kind of like watching the Terminator and Darth Vader collide.
It seems I covered this sensitive subject before. On a Thursday. Back in 2009.
Somewhere, I fell off the “No sugar, Sugar!” wagon, and here I am again.
Back in M&M rehab.
It’s not just M&Ms, though they are my stress food of choice. It’s refined sugar — in coffee, in tea, on breakfast cereal. Jam on toast, syrup on pancakes/French toast/crepes. COOKIES! It’s viral, I tell ya.
So.
I’ve had to quit. Cold turkey. No sugar. On anything. No artificial sweeteners. They taste like sugar, and it is the sweet taste of sugar that I must be rid of.
I’ve been thinking about The Kiss, like we think about The One. All week long, It’s In His Kiss (The Shoop Shoop Song, a 1964 hit single by Betty Everett) has been going through my head. Others have recorded it since then, Aretha Franklin comes to mind, but I’m humming Betty. Okay. Sometimes, I’m actually belting it out. Sorry, sweetie. We all know I’m tuneless.
“If you wanna know, if he loves you so,…” One look at these couples and you think, oh yeah, it’s definitely in the kiss — from the sweet caress, to the playful buss, to the smooch, to the full clinch, tongue-dueling lip-lock that’ll set off sparklers in your brain like the 4th of July.
In the movie, French Kiss, to distract Kate (Meg Ryan) from her fear of flying, Luc (Kevin Kline) starts a dialog with Kate about the first time. For Luc, this was at age 12 with Magda, a putain or prostitute. He said, “To kiss a prostitute, it costs more. It has always been.” Kate nods. “…You could probably disconnect from everything else, but a kiss…All I mean is a kiss is where the romance is.” Evidently, Luc thought so, too, because he told Kate that the next day he stole 50 francs from his brother, “…and I went back and I kissed Magda for half an hour.”
Faith Hill, in her 1998 hit single, calls it “unstoppable,” “unsinkable,” This Kiss.
We’ve all read heroes who can deliver on the kiss. Boy, have we ever! The Morelli Kiss flashes through my brain. You know, the one in Hot Six where Stephanie’s “undies floated to the floor.” (Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series, http://www.evanovich.com). I know. All you Plum fans are thinking, “Wait! What about the Ranger Kiss?” Sorry. So many kisses, so little column.
How about you? Have you got a favorite story hero who delivers on the kiss? And, is the romance really in the kiss?
I’m sitting here drinking a bottle, and by bottle I mean glass, of this…
I could never drink a bottle of anything. I am the cheapest of dates. It takes me all night to sip a glass of wine, guzzle a beer.
Moving along.
Isn’t that the most fun wine bottle ever?
20 Bees 2010 Cabernet Merlot. This is how we roll in Canadaland.
A nice little blog-writing sipper.
I’m sitting here sipping my 20 Bees and staring at this image. I’ve been staring at it on and off all day. I might be a little fixated, which it not at all the same as pixilated, though I might be that, too.
I really can’t decide.
Are we fretting, chewing our nails waiting for something to appear?
Or are we fretting, chewing our nails because aliens just beamed up Uncle Fred?
