I've been running a balloon decorating business for the past 25 years. Even though it sounds like a fun job, it is a job, sometimes with very mindless work. Blowing up thousands of balloons at a crack, my hands on autopilot, this leaves room for my mind to wander. I've been jotting down scribbles of rhyme to a word of the moment. I like to say it, to see how my tongue and mouth muscles move. I try to convey how I feel or where that word takes me. You can usually tell what type of mood I was in depending on the word, plus how much alcohol was flowing through my veins at the time.
I do this for self amusement and to keep my mind from turning to mush as the years go on. It seemed foolish just to have these sitting in my desk drawer. I have no children to pass them to. So maybe my little book will be something silly to put on your coffee table or night-stand. Make an offbeat gift for the bacon lover in your circle of human contact. Let's say a lunch break giggle in your cubicle in the middle of a stressful day. Or maybe I'm delusional to think anyone would pay hard earned cash for the ramblings of of food fanatic. I figure the bacon bond is like super-glue. Works in the commercial, mug handle back on. Or it just fucking sucks! Hot coffee all over your keyboard.
Believe in the product, just press down for a full 30 seconds and buy the book!!
Soaking up the Au Jus of every day,
Brigette