Originally posted on January 29th, I am sharing this story with the ‘Yeah Write‘ community today.
On Tuesday January 24th, I posted two pictures for my Project 366. Included with the pictures was a brief explanation of why the boys now shared one room, with a kid-given promise of a clean toy room on Friday January 27th.
Today, I give you an update on the promise and the playroom. Continue reading
Today, I am participating in Monday Listicles, a weekly creation started by Stasha at The Good Life. The idea for today’s list comes from Greta at Not Enough Patience: 10 Things You Said You’d Never Do But Have Caught Yourself Doing.
Growing up, the ‘I never’ game was associated with drinking: an ‘I never” statement was made and if you had done it – you were to drink. Being a prudish wallflower, I always walked away from that game completely sober. The only way I could get a sip of anything was when statements like “I never ran a red light” were uttered.
Well, this is not a drinking game. Continue reading
Another day and another drabble, which is a short story of exactly 100 words.
I encourage you to flex your writing muscles and take part. Tag your post with ‘Friday Drabble’ and use the hash-tag #fridaydrabble on Twitter. Continue reading
I have a post in my draft folder. The potentially pending post is not one of my happier posts. (Please take a moment and re-read that last sentence with the alluring alliteration. Lovely.)
The post currently residing in my draft folder was penned by my alter ego, Grumbling Gus. I sent the post to one of my blogging buddies, Pleasant Penelope. She was kind enough to say the blog is mine and the rules pertaining to my blog are mine.
While wondering whether or not to publish the draft, I read my friend Kim’s latest post, which was inspired by Just Jennifer, which was initiated by The Good Life. (I’m feeling a little dizzy.) Continue reading
Once I parked the car in the carpool line at Joe’s school, I started to look through Charlie’s school bag. “Oh Charlie! This is adorable!” I said, while holding up the sweetest little, tattered and well-loved doll.
“That’s not mine.” Charlie said. “That’s Sarah’s doll. She must have put it in my bag by accident. She needs that doll. She is always upset in the morning, and the doll helps her.”
“Was Sarah already gone, when I picked you up at school?” I asked.
“Yes.” Charlie replied. Continue reading