Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “chew/choo.” Use one or both, any way you’d like. Have fun!
The first thing that came to mind was steam engines, and as kids, hanging our faces over Poole Bridge to breathe in that wonderful unique smell. I can’t recall if I ever called them choo-choos though. I know I pointed out some Moo Moos in a field to my young nephew who signed dramatically and said ‘They’re COWS Auntie Di.’ He was about 4.
Then you have the other kind of chew, the edible kind, those lovely fruity sticky squares of confectionery that stick your teeth together, pull out fillings, or keep you quiet for a few minutes. Fruit salad, blackjacks, and my mouth is watering at the thought of Refreshers sticks, all sherbetty and sour. Yum.
Funny, OB rang today and said I kept breaking up, then asked if I was chewing sweets. I told him I don’t have them or chocolate anymore to which I got the usual comment,
‘What, you on another diet?’
Dogs chew too…….. sometimes things they’re not meant to, and Barney would set to on the wallpaper so we mixed a couple of drops of tabasco in with the wallpaper paste to deter him. Might not have been an orthodox remedy, but it worked anyway.
Maggie never took a shine to those hide dog chews which is a shame as they would have helped keep her teeth clean and in good shape. She’s had three descale and polishes under anesthetic in the past 7 years.
Luckily at work I never had a boss have to chew me out over anything.
Just thought I’d throw this in for you to chew over:
What does a shark with no teeth give you ?
A very nasty suck.