Note: I just hit my NaNoWriMo goal (without even having to stick out my tongue!), and whilst I was decompressing and reflecting on why I do the things I do, I remembered this short bit from back in the day. Not so much with the funny this time, […]
Note: Another snippet from the work-in-progress for NaNoWriMo, wherein my partner, Terry, who has been temporarily felled by gastro-intestinal malfeasance during the cruise, has requested that Tiffany and I retrieve his besmirched garments out of the cabin bathroom and run them through the wash. We do so, with […]
Cary: “Why are you walking in the door like that? Jean: “Let’s just say there was an incident and things didn’t work out well for me.” Cary: “But you look like you’re in pain? What happened?” Jean: “Well, apparently I made the mistake of trying to wear high […]
Note: Another snippet from the work-in-progress for NaNoWriMo, wherein our heroine, Tiffany, and her potential international lover, Aegean, are navigating the tantalizing but awkward final stage of deciding whether or not to make whoopee. To set things properly, we open with our lusty duo seated in a massive […]
Meanwhile, in one of those conservative states where people voted for Trump because they apparently relish alternative facts over progress, another wedding night ensues… Deanna, left: “Darling, I couldn’t help but notice that your father is in the room as we are about to make whoopee.” Robert, middle: […]
Jimmy: “There’s something happening here.” Claudette: “There is? Is it my hairdo? I knew something didn’t feel right about this choice.” Jimmy: “What it is ain’t exactly clear.” Claudette: “Oh. Well, if it’s not me, you must be talking about the rather rude way you’re sitting, showing your […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Initially, the room was in stunned silence following Buford’s pronouncement that he wished to serve the Lord via a midlife career change, and then the chaos descended. “Now you’re my favorite son!” squealed Granny Crown, hurling herself into […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Momma Crown sighed for the twenty-second time that day as she entered the living room and approached her mother-in-law, who was standing at the picture window in the front of the room. “Tell me, Mother,” she queried, “why […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Before Momma Crown could counsel her child that it was entirely possible to be popular without being a miniature slut, there was a clatter as Granny Crown traipsed into the kitchen from the living room. “Mother!” exclaimed Momma […]
Note: Here’s a little series that I usually run every year about this time on one of my blogs. I can see in the archives that I have already shoved this one out here on Bonnywood Manor two previous times, which means that some of you are most […]
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