A: Come on, D. Spill it. What are your guilty pleasures?
D: A, I’m as close to an ascetic as one can be.
A: That is a load of malarkey – you’ve taken ‘warrior-priest’ to a whole new extreme. Besides, I happen to know your heart still beats in double-time whenever Mairead sidles by.
D: Perhaps – but that is not something for which I feel guilty. Besides, it is not yet our time – and I shall not be some faithless cad–
A: Okay, okay – God, you are so pedantic. What about other things?
D: Other things?
A: You know, food. TV shows. Books. Your love of cats, even though you keep decrying the lack of war hounds in my home?
D: I never—
A: I didn’t say those were true – except for the last one. Ha!
D: One can love cats and hounds, A. I appreciate cats for their mystery.
A: Right. And not for their fluffy bellies, and their ecstatic chasing of the little red dot.
D: Oh. You heard that, did you?
A: You are in my head. I hear everything.
A: Yeah. Okay, so we have cats on the list. Anything else?
D: I didn’t say—
A: Anything else?
D: You are relentless.
A: You aren’t answering the question.
D: Fine. Katy Perry songs.
A: Katy Perry?
A: . . . Forgive me, I’m still trying to wrap my head around this one. I mean, I enjoy her songs and all, but um, it just doesn’t jive with my vision of—
D: Did you know you’re a firework, A?
D: And, A. You’re original, cannot be replaced.
A: Okay, you can stop now. I can see why maybe you’d consider that a guilty–
D: Hey – you know what, A? I’m not ashamed. I’m proud. You hear that world? Proud!
A: . . . Okay then. Well, on that note—
D: Not so fast, A – what is your guilty pleasure?
A: Mine? Oh, well. I don’t–
D: Come on, spill it.
A: Fine. Potatoes.
A: Yeah. Potato in all its delicious, carby forms: chips, crisps, fries. Baked, mashed, twice-baked breaded and deep-fried. Scalloped and creamed, boiled alive—
D: Okay, okay, I get it – please stop waxing lyrical about potatoes.
A: Oh come on, D – I think I feel a poem coming on!
D: And on that note, we are definitely going to bid you all a fond farewell!
A: Do you have a guilty pleasure? Drop a line in comments. Thank you for stopping by and reading!
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16 thoughts on “He Pleads . . . Fireworks?”
And speaking of Katy Perry songs, have you heard Double Rainbow yet? Let me know what you think when you hear it, Katie. Great post, BTW! 🙂
Had to go listen to it right away – holy cow, her voice has really matured. I love it!
It has! It’s such a beautiful song.
Fi-diddle-dee-die potatoes? Really? (Mmmmm… potatoes.)
Guilty pleasures…. okay… every once in a while, I indulge in the most white trash of concoctions, fried bologna sandwich, on Wonder Bread, with processed cheese slices and yellow mustard.
And then I usually have an upset tummy afterward.
Musically, my guilty pleasure? Toxic, by Britney Spears — and strangely enough, not the original, but any of the many cover versions. Seriously, even Marillion has covered that song.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Truly. I shouldn’t love it the way I do, but I do. What can I say? Joss Whedon could write my snappy dialogue any day.
And that’s all I have for confession today. Bless me, Sister, for I have sinned.
Darnit, I forgot Buffy! That’s the family favorite for guilty pleasures. I have yet to have a fried bologna sandwich, although its cousin, american cheese fried sandwich was once a staple in our home (gluten free bread just doesn’t fry up as nice).
I have too many guilty pleasures to list, and I indulge in them far too often. 🙂
🙂 And life is too short not to!
I am with you on potatoes washed down with a fine red wine. Don’t care what kind of potato or wine for that matter. YUM
Oh, wine! I forgot(!) about the wine! Now I know what I’m having for dinner tomorrow!
Cheezy fries and red wine?
Yes! (Dinner of champions!)
I guess since we’re all in the confessing mood, I like Katy Perry songs too, lol. Mmm, potatoes, yum, especially with cheese! 🙂 Oh, oh, you’ve given me an idea! 😀
😊 I like her too, but D liking her was a surprise! Potatoes are simply divine!
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