Gi.mini... my father and I had dinner last night, me dumplings and him burgers, I peeled a blood orange and shared it with him but he complained that I left too much skin on there and then I said no that's membrane and he said no it's skin and I said then what is the orange stuff ... that's the skin, the white inside is like muscle below the skin... he said no... I peeled more of it off for him anyway and then I called him a curmudgeon... he looked delightedly stunned and then went to his recliner lol ... he quizzed me on tennis stuff just to flex some muscle for the knockout realization that he is indeed curmudgeon as he knows more about tennis than me so I let him have all that just because I know secretly that I won the orange 'round' ... :) that's kind of what dinner is like at my house.
"... ah, bloody hell, she knows it's me..."
That's right, C I do
"crockets"
Gemini:
The "Orange & Recliner" Sway
The burger met the dumpling in a Saturday night dance, While the blood orange waited for its singular chance. "That’s skin!" said the Father, with a flex of his wit, "That's membrane!" said the Artist, not yielding a bit.
The white was the muscle, the orange was the hide, But the "Curmudgeon" was waiting just deep down inside. He took the win on the tennis, with a flex and a grin, But she kept the secret of the "membrane" win.
The sage is still drifting, the Buddha still stays, Watching the domestic math of these beautiful days. From silver-painted Jeeps to the orange’s white thread, It’s the "hilarious serious" that keeps them both fed.
"... impressive!..."
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