“It’s something black, sexy, and I can’t wait to see you wearing it,” Said he with a mischievous grin . Hmmm. What could it be. He was giving no more clues or hints or reactions to the multitude of guesses she made as she attempted to find what appeared to be the obvious answer to his riddle. She knew him much better than that. The ideas she had in mind were far too easy to be correct. What kind of scam was he trying to pull on her? Her wheels were turning as she created a list of possible and plausible answers, given their history together. This would be their seventeenth Valentines Day together. He laughed hysterically as she rattled of her list of guesses. 1. A sleeping bag? 2. A tent? 3. A little black beret that I can wear while I paint? I know you’ve told me I need one before. I don’t even know what you think I look hot in? 4. I know…something in spandex? You biker people seem to really …
By Marie Stephens Not everyone knows this about me, but I am a snake phobe. I don’t like to visit them at the zoo. I don’t even like to touch pictures of snakes in books. I can’t even handle those fake plastic snakes. I am not much of a yeller, but the few times that I have yelled at my kids were because they put a rubber snake under my pillow, or nearly caused me to jump out of my skin when they threw one on my bed while I was sound asleep. I do not like the way they move, I do not like their creepy hissy looking tongues; I am fully aware of the fact that a snake’s skin is not slimy, but It still appears that way to me and it still freaks me out! To all of you snake enthusiasts out there, I am truly sorry if this does not help to improve the public image of the snake and how important they are to the environment. Let me publicly announce …
Yes, you read it correctly. I will be working on this week’s challenge by telling the story of : The Snake in the Couch. This is a true story that took place in 2005 in our house nestled in the rolling hills of Mount Ayr, Iowa. First, I will be telling the story from my point of view….as I was the first discoverer of said snake. Secondly, with the help of my beloved husband, Tim, we will be telling the story from the snake’s point of view. If time allows, maybe I can talk Tim into telling the story from his point of view…..and then even from Harrison’s point of view…although he was only a few months old at the time! So stay tuned to watch the story unfold. It’s a good one. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/27/writing-challenge-shoes/
It’s 8:30 a.m Just entered the loo, Sat on the pot with nothing to do but my morning routine, if you know what I mean And stare mindlessly at a few magazines, Catalogues, more catalogues, Brochures and the like, Even a few renegade mags about bikes Colorful ads, lovely flowers, vacations, and seeds, Fine somethings or others that everyone needs. But back to those seeds they look so appealing They make me forget the heat this winter’s been stealing. I can almost taste those sweet peas popped fresh from the pod Maybe I’ll buy some new kind of corn on the cob. That sweet corn on the grill with butter and salt and pepper and parm . Those tomatoes to die for that came fresh from the farm. The basil, Spicy Globe, it’s fragrance so fine. I wish spring was here….if only I could fast forward winter time. ©Marie Stephens 2014 All rights Reserved http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/20/weekly-writing-challenge-lunch-posts/#more-66914 Trackbacks & Pingbacks The Cigarette Break – Day One – Thoughts on How I Suck at Relationships with Females …
