OK, I won't even MENTION that car drive home from Chez Fink today when everyone substituted the word "Puddin'" for other words in book/movie titles i.e. Lady Chatterly's Puddin' or How Stella Got Her Puddin' Back! Suffice it to say that Puddin' Mania is spreading like tapioca on an outhouse door! BUT, when I see my mother (who's favourite flavour of puddin' -- butterscotch -- is picture over there) and she spontaneously breaks out into some sort of beatnik puddin' poetry -- well, Puddin' has conquered the universe. Here's what she recited:
"Puddin' is good, puddin' is great, Puddin' makes you put on weight.
Puddin' in the kitchen, puddin' in the hall, Smear that puddin' all over the wall."
4 comments:
Tha apple didn't fall far from the puddin'
Thank your mother;
I have my new mantra for the week.
Pax, there's nothing that would make my mother prouder than to provide spiritual guidance for lost puddies.
oh how i love my mother in law!
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