So, while listening to some sleep-enduring white noise on YouTube, an idea for the comp flowed gently into my consciousness. From the perspective of a toothbrush - life in prison.
The normal stuff - check. Slowly sharpening the handle into a shiv - check. Traveling in the old prison purse - um, check. The dialogue got very graphic and entertaining. Remember Forky from the last Toy Story? That’s close to the voice I heard. But when he started talking about his warm and moist traveling accommodations, I lost it. His sniffing and smelling while twisting up his bristles, and then realizing where he was was priceless fun.
Sadly, like most ex-cons, he too survived prison life, but was deeply scarred. He had difficulty transitioning to the freedom of the outside world. His new owner kept waking to find the toothbrush lodged in the warm comforts of his you-know-what. Creature or penal life force of habit, I suppose. Poor thing. He was just scared. It’s a survival story I’d like to write and read, but not a few thousand words worth. LOL.
I’ve brung? brought? left? a jar of my finest cold brew coffee in the fridge.
Grab a glass, add two ice cubes, and measure 1/4 cup of brew and a 1/4 cup of cold water. Add some sugar and cream for your personal taste. Stir ‘n enjoy.
Hump well, everybody. Hump well. By now, we should be able to do Wednesday’s without even thinking.
Hey everyone,
Good to see new faces. That's the plan right? New faces. More writers. Lots more bums in the seats. SS 2.0. Let's Go!
Super swamped right now. bought some hammocks last night. Taking them camping next month. Set them up in the yard. I guess we'll each need one. I can see the family hanging out in those. Kids have suggested that during off season, the hammocks are set up in their room. I am considering it. Great idea.
Had to go water gun shopping for my son. Big water battle at school today. I ensured he has 'an extra' weapon when he empties his 1.9 L water tank of Nerf blaster fun. A little, deceptively strong hand water pistol tucked in the waist band for refilling protection. The girls like playing tag with him. He'll be a target today. I tease him that they try to tag him with their lips. I get the eye roll and "I can't tell you anything." I just make kissy faces and kissy noises. His sister LOVES IT!!!
Oh yeah, looks like I may have bought another bike. Dual sport. More for off road hooliganism. Will know later today.
I'll be back soon. I'll respond to those that read my musing. Thanks for that.
My kids. Sheesh. I don't know if I ever wrote about the machete, the guillotine, and the trebuchet. If not, I will.
Good day to y'all!
Oh yeah, I'm now addicted to cold brew coffee. I make it myself. So much cheaper. Soooo much better. Just finished a maple coffee batch. Yum-mee.
The day started with a 3:00 am wake up call AKA doggie butt on my face. Then, a daughter's early rise to relieve me today of my first-of-the-morning, doggie-relieving duties. Titter. Titter. I said duty. Finally, and this never grows tired, the boy greeted me with a grand smile and a boisterous, Happy Farter's Day.
And so it begins...
US Open. Final Round. Phenomenal leaderboard. Mackenzie Hughes, a Canadian, tied for the lead. It's gunna be epic.
Ciao for now.
Justifiable reason for demanding divorce: You didn’t help me kill the alien.
Situation involved shoe string, elbow grease, an ax, a fire pit, colourful flames, and toxic smoke. But the deed is done.
Poor pup. Woke me at 1:30. Bad case of the dreaded D. Probably ate something on last night’s walk that she shouldn’t have. She didn’t discharge in her kennel or the house. Thank you pup. Much appreciated. But three trips later, with me falling in and out of sleep for the next several hours, I suspect she’s empty and her nocturnal gastrointestinal activity the reason for my stressful alien encounter.
Coffee for the road please. Great morning for a ride.
Have a great weekend everybody.
Well, looks like there’s a solution on the table from Maggie. SS won’t ever look the same again, but hopefully, some of the essential elements remain. This was a good process to go through. Lots was learned, especially about people.
So the farewell tour begins.
BYOB, unless there’s a crate of some magical elixir in the back room. I guess we can call those leafy plants in the windows what they actually are - party plants.
The weekend has arrived.
Stay Safe Everyone!