I'm stuck with a headache and the feeling that my arms weigh a ton. And I'm exhausted. The kind of tired you feel when you're emotionally drained.
Didn't much feel like writing... but playing with the words helped take my mind off my worries. Since I can't concentrate much today, I only did the ten word wordzzle.
The words we were given to attempt a coherent paragraph with were: exacerbate, leotard, path, tomato, Jungle Book, vagabond, parade, limber, storage, Maharajah.
Antoine walked briskly down the path not wanting to miss the Mardi Gras parade. He deserved a break. He had just spent hours organizing the storage locker his vagabond mother rented just off the French Quarter. She kept such an odd collection of items. He found her old, dog-eared copy of Rudyard Kipling’s The Jungle Book, signed by Louis Prima. She’d met him when she ran off to become a singer only to be told she was tone-deaf. There was her leotard from the “ballet” phase. She wanted to be in movies and dance with Gene Kelly. She gave that one up when she realized she wasn’t limber enough... let’s just say catching a tomato upside the head during a recital might have precipitated her decision. And there were the boxes of love letters from all her suitors, all as odd and varied as her collection of tchochkes. All the lifting he’d done exacerbated his bad back but it was worth it. Rolling Mother up in the Persian rug the Maharajah had given her after their torrid affair would allow him to discreetly dispose of her after nightfall.
Thanks Raven for hosting us... and thanks MommyWizdom for the words!
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I'm going to go back to bed, snuggle with Sharkdog and watch a movie or something...
Moral: Don’t fucking tell me I can’t have cake
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