My mom and I are eating cheesecake, delicious, smooth, mellow, perfect cheesecake. The best I have had in a while. We are both remarking on how good it is, blah, blah, blah…… when of course I ask the questions, “Do you think there is cheesecake in Heaven?” My mom assures me that all good things are.
Here I am 52 years old and asking my mom silly questions like a child. I do have a lot of child left in me, oh well, I guess it is fun to play, even as an adult. Silliness is me and my life.
I eat cherry pie, then change into my work out clothes. After all, cherry pie can’t possibly fatten you up when you have work out clothes on. I mean, the pie wouldn’t dare.
Anyway, I feel better with the work out clothes on. Maybe I should forget the pie and just have a lot of sex instead, yeah that will do it. You don’t even need work out clothes for that, therefore, it is economical. Oh god, I just can’t stand myself sometimes.
Maybe instead, I will just become a pie eating sex machine.
Dear Lord, Let there be cherry pie also in heaven. Is it a sin to pray for sex too? Don’t worry, I won’t go there.