(chicken) Liver Spots

Liver spots.  I could be mistaken, but I think that's what some call "age spots."  I suspect there's a term more technical than either liver spots or age spots, but I don't care enough to find out.  I've always recoiled a bit from the term liver spots.  I dunno, maybe that's about referencing internal organs.  Overhearing a conversation about whether or not someone could fall from our second-story balcony, 4 year old Son3 said, "Don't talk about body."  Good advice, and we've always remembered it: don't talk about body.

So I've had age spots for a while.  And I've cared not one whit about them.  Perhaps that's because I've been spotted all my life; adding more freckles — however large — just isn't a big deal. 

Mrs. Piecrust phoned one recent evening while I was cooking dinner.  "Is this a bad time?"  (Mrs. Piecrust has such good manners.)

Actually, it was a good time.  I was frying two skillets of chicken livers, and they were going to be mighty tasty with the onion rings: let the good times roll.  "No.  What's up?"

To be honest, I can't remember now what was up.  Yet, I won't soon forget the acquisition of liver spots while we talked.  With the phone in one hand and tongs in the other, I was in a world of hurt, when one or more of those livers I was nudging about the pan exploded.  Without a peep (such strength and control she possesses), I dropped the tongs, rushed to the sink, and flipped on the cold water, rinsing grease and liver shrapnel from my arm and hand.

So now, in addition to my age spots, I have liver spots.
How rude.
Don't talk about body.

Now we exhort you, brethren, warn them that are unruly, comfort the feebleminded, support the weak, be patient toward all men.  See that none render evil for evil unto any man; but ever follow that which is good, both among yourselves, and to all men.  1 Thessalonians 5:14, 15