Share Your World — Olives, Rooms, and Fictional Families

Cee Neuner always asks interesting questions in her weekly Share Your World prompt. I only wish my answers were, too.

Which tastes better: black or green olives?

Olives. Meh. Take ‘em or leave ‘em. That said, when I must eat olives, usually in a martini or a Bloody Mary, I prefer the green ones with the red pimientos, whatever they are, in the center.

What’s your favorite room in your home?

This is a tough one. It’s a toss up between the kitchen, the bedroom, and the bathroom. Let’s see. I love the kitchen because that’s where the food is. And I need food to survive. And I love the bedroom because that’s where I sleep (and, well, you know) and I need sleep to survive. And if you eat and sleep, a bathroom is a necessity. But if I had to choose my favorite, it would be my bedroom.

What fictional family would you be a member of?

I honestly can’t think of a fictional family that I’d rather be a member of than my own non-fictional family. But, if I had to choose one, it would probably be the “All in the Family” family because it was most similar to my own when I was growing up. My father was a real Archie Bunker type and I was the liberal Michael (“Meathead”) Stivic antagonist type.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?

The weather where I live. While much of the rest of the country is dealing with sweltering temperatures and high humidity, I’m dealing with highs in the low 60s.6c988166-5e99-4924-b590-fa10f1000fc3.jpeg

Breaking Circuits

271B3A4C-F794-43F0-803C-2759EF498C84When I opened my front door I was greeted by a woman I’d never seen before. Overall, she was rather nondescript looking, with the notable exception of her eyes, which were a blue color the likes of which I hadn’t seen since I was last snorkeling in Grand Cayman Island’s crystal clear, cerulean waters.

“I’m your new neighbor,” she announced, holding out her hand for me to shake. “My name is Chastity.”

“Nice to meet you, Chastity,” I said, shaking her outreached hand. “I’m Ted.”

“I’m so sorry to bother you, Ted,” she said. “I just moved into the townhouse next door two days ago and some of my kitchen appliances aren’t working. I think it might be a fuse and I was wondering if you have any spares.”

“I doubt that it’s a fuse,” I told her. “All of these townhomes in this development have circuit breakers. You probably just need to flip the breaker to the on position.”

“I’m not very handy,” she said, opening her amazingly beautiful eyes wide. “Would you mind coming next door and showing me how to do that circuit breaker thing you’re talking about?”

“Not at all,” I said. With that I grabbed the key to my front door, stepped out, and followed her to her house.

“So where is the circuit breaker located?” she asked.

“In my unit, the circuit box is located at the back of the master bedroom closet,” I said, “so I assume yours is there, too.”

Chastity grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. I opened up the walk-in closet door, headed to the back of the closet, separated Chastity’s hanging clothes, and found the circuit box. “Here it is,” I said, calling Chastity over to see it. I opened up the circuit box door. “We’re lucky. The previous owner labeled all the breakers.”

I quickly found the applicable circuit breakers and flipped them. Chastity stood facing me, put her arms around my neck, and planted a tender kiss on my lips. “Nice to meet you, neighbor,” she said.

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Bathroom Humor?

F87D8CB3-F031-4D76-9330-08ED632E5BCFI don’t often look at Facebook anymore, but the other night I was suffering from insomnia, so I reached for my iPhone and fired up Facebook.

I am telling you this because I came across something that I thought was a bit, well, strange. One of my Facebook acquaintances asked this question:

“When you wipe yourself, which hand do you use, your dominant hand or your non-dominant hand?”

I never really thought about that question and when I saw that there were more than 50 comments to this informal survey, I became curious to see how people would answer this question. So I started reading the comments and one comment in particular totally cracked me up.

To the question about which hand you use to wipe yourself, one guy wrote, “I use toilet paper.”

And speaking about toilet paper, here’s a question for you:A3E7302A-EB72-4292-9A1F-1B21584EFD82

FOWC with Fandango — Neighbor

FOWCWelcome to August 20, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “neighbor.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.