Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 11, 2020

Roman is also easily entertained, his wife Edna, not so much.

Some things must be touched to be fully enjoyed. I could give examples, but I think you’re already ’way ahead of me.

Well, as long as he doesn’t stick his finger in that hot toaster to feed his insatiable tactile appetite….

….And the bandages to prove it.

Ruby is getting tired of the fingerprints in the mashed potatoes.

The dents in the broccoli.

The creased on the Pot Roast. But worse is the nose print in the lemon meringue pie.

I prefer butter on mine.

Hope he’s not planning to use that toast to pretend he’s eating “finger” sandwiches…

The tactile feeling of sharp teeth is probably better enjoyed in the imagination than in reality.

It’s one thing to enjoy touching the mashed potatoes…

or once in your life, squeezing a peanut butter and banana sandwich through your fingers…

or even trying on Edna’s silk velvet robe.

Biting your finger, like when you sandpapered your bottom, or picked up that little cactus barehanded, at the nursery….

That’s getting carried away… which you will be, if you don’t stop.

Edna is lucky he doesn’t put the toast on her nose, and then try to nibble.

To Roman, all food is “finger-food”…

Well, truth be told, the later the day becomes, the happier she becomes of the penchant.

Her biggest problem is his atrocious timing. :/

I can relate. I do stupid stuff like that and laugh myself silly. I’m my own best audience

Obscene.

I do too, but it doesn’t involve toast

That would hurt. My toast is too hot to handle. Roman must be a sadist.