when i broke my ass, i ceased running. and blogging. i am trying to resume both habits because they are good for body and mind and soul, but it is always slow starting back. when i think,
i should go run, or
gee, i should blog, i inevitably find myself mesmerized by another law and order rerun. or a chocolate cookie.
danielle chose
cooking, and katie chose
flirting, so i am combining the two topics in order to expedite service and catch up.
i once saw a show on cults that described a witnessing technique used by young women in the group called "flirty fishing." they would go to bars, seduce men, bring them home, do the nasty, then try to convert them in bed. i'm not making this up. they even backed it up with a bible verse.
i suppose a flirty cook might wear only an apron with high heels while she kneeds the biscuit dough. she may also use double enterdres about her cooking like, "i love the feel of these (meat) balls," or "could you come in here and taste my niblets?" it's pretty hot in the kitchen, and i haven't even turned on the oven yet.
now in my head i'm singing "cookin' flirty" to the tune of "ridin' dirty."
