Miss Tickle

the divine herbs go down the gullet

midway through the bowl of teff

or in this morning's case

through the pancakes made from a mix

oh no / a pancake mix ?

like bisquick ?

this one is called pioneer and favored by the grandson

oh okay

so midwaay through the meal the divine herbs go down the hatch

it takes about an half an hour for them to work their way out of the clutches

of breakfast to begin their travels to the scenes of the crime

meaning the malignant tumors which await innocently, unexpecting

the coming assault on their senses



we pause now for a monumental burp

BELCH


the grandson tells Skaterina she swallows air when she eats

that's why she burps so much

she says air is what burps are !

now that chewing is like an obstacle course she swallows even more air

bc she has to chew with her mouth open

(hence no more eating in public)

it is as if she were working out in a closed room

there is not enough space to work out

remove one wall


eating with her mouth open is like removing a wall to allow for more room

oh does any of this make sense at all

no ?

oh well, it is time for the divine herbs to disperse

go lie down

close your trap