M has served up another delicious portion of prompts for January over here. This is in response to: “Milky white peaks charmed their senses..”
Okay so I started this but stopped because mostly it just made me sound like a perverted 15 year old.
I figured milky white peaks would be a fantastic name for a cowgirl you know, red shequed shirt with a white frill across the front, snug jeans and perhaps some rhinestone boots. She was going to have an ample busom and there would be campfires and horse wrangling and baked beans eaten from a frying pan and oh the tales they would tell of her milky white peaks.
Then I realised that I was just thinking about Dolly Parton and it just felt wrong to write about her millky white peaks because she is like 72 and that is older than my mum and I don’t really want to think of either in any sort of…well just no.
Not that I would think of my mum like that. or Dolly. Good god what is wrong with you people. It was just an age thing…
Anyway…I’ll try again tomorrow and hopefully this whole sordid episode will be behind me by then and I will feel a little less uncomfortable with myself.