Just One More

I just received this notification from WordPress a few minutes ago.B1A33CF8-22BB-427B-B26E-FB230F72917BThe notification tells me that I broke my old record of 198 likes in one day and that my new record is now 199 likes.

Okay, folks, here’s the deal. It’s now 10:40 pm my time. That means there are 80 minutes left before the clock strikes midnight and the day is officially over. All I need is one more like to reach 200 likes in one day. One more like!

So won’t you please do me a big one and like this post? All it will take is ONE of you out there to like this post to give me 200 likes today. Honestly, people, I don’t think that’s asking too much, is it? Please don’t make me get down on my hands and knees and beg.

Thank you in advance, whoever you are, for helping me achieve this long held goal. I will love you like Donald Trump loves Kim Jong-un, only better.


B8734063-4DD6-43E9-9FD1-6DD3405BBED2It’s such a beautiful, fall day today, Eddie. Perfect for going out to look at foliage,” Donna said. “Why would you want to go to a protest and be just another demonstrator in the middle of all that political bullshit when you know it won’t amount to a hill of beans?”

“Now you’ve got my curiosity piqued, Donna,” Edward said. “How can you be totally uninterested in the political chaos that’s going on all around us? Don’t you find the various speeches and the receptivity to the candidate’s political comeback scintillating?”

“Oh Eddie,” Donna said. “It’s just one tired tirade after another. All of these politicians are full of crap and all they want to do is line their own pockets. They couldn’t give two shits about anyone other than themselves.”

“It’s that kind of apathy and cynicism that has put us in this dire situation in the first place, Donna. It’s our civic duty to know the candidates and to be informed about the issues that are important to us,” Edward said. “The future of our republic and even our planet demands that we are informed citizens and participate in the voting process.”

“Of course you’re right, Eddie,” Donna said. “But you know that there are going to be more demonstrations tomorrow and the day after and the day after that all the way through to the midterms. But the leaves are at their peak color these next few days. Let’s do that while we can still appreciate the beautiful fall foliage.”

“Fine, Donna,” Edward said. But if we run into a lot of traffic on the way, we’re going to turn back around and head to the protest.”

Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (scintillating), Daily Addictions (tirade), Scotts Daily Prompt (demonstrator), Ragtag Daily Prompt (comeback), Weekly Prompts (curiosity), Your Daily Word Prompt (foliage), and Fandango’s One-Word Challeng (traffic).

100WW — Watch My Stuff

433CA807-4014-4840-9735-C2C4D20EC2C6.jpegJames looked around the almost empty coffee shop. Had anyone noticed his discomfort? Beads of sweat coated the surface of his forehead as he struggled to manage the cramps he was experiencing.

He got up and walked to a table where a woman sat alone. Hiding the grimace on his face, he asked her if she could watch his stuff, pointing to the table he had been sitting at. “Sure,”she said.

James got to the restroom just in time. But when he got back to his table, all that remained was the latte. And a note that read “Thanks.”

(100 words)

Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Toa Heftiba.

Breakfast Scramble

9AF5A24D-86EE-41B7-A99F-B9B8CF8D7AC4Eggs: over easy, scrambled, hard boiled, or …

Meat: bacon, sausage, or …

Sausage: links or patties

Toast: white, wheat, rye, or …

Cereal: hot or cold

Fruit: bananas, blueberries, strawberries, or …

Breads: bagel, biscuit, muffin, or …

Jams: grape, strawberry, or …

Beverage: coffee, tea, milk, or …

Juice: orange, grapefruit, tomato, or …

Danish: cheese, apple, cinnamon, or …

Batter: pancakes or waffles

Pancakes: plain, blueberry, banana, or …

Waffles: Belgium or American-style

What did I miss?

I’m Just Not That Into You

02D82B19-3E02-48EB-935B-67C8174867F9Dear October,

This letter is really hard for me to write, but I want you to know that it’s not you, it’s me. When we were first introduced, I was hoping that we might fall for each other, but I don’t see that happening and I think it might be best if I leave.

I know you have a lot to offer. I love your weather, it’s close to perfect. And, of course, you’re so colorful; I must admit that you look stunningly beautiful at this time of year. And as a sports fan, October, I have to say that you’re unsurpassed. Baseball, football, basketball, and hockey. Wow!

That said, October, there are certain characteristics of yours that I’m not particularly fond of. First of all, what is this fascination you have with gourds, especially pumpkins? Omigod, October, can’t tell you how much I dislike pumpkins. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin spice, pumpkin seeds, pumpkin bread, pumpkin jam, pumpkin pancakes, pumpkin ice cream. Ew, ew, and ew. Enough already with you goddam pumpkins, October.

And you are so high maintenance, October. I feel like I’m always having to clean up after you. Week after week I have to rake you in and as soon as I’m done getting you back under control, we have a blow up and I have to start from scratch again. It’s downright tedious.

And then there’s Halloween. Seriously, October, who’s crazy idea was that? All of these ghosts and goblins, monsters and vampires? And what’s the deal with all of these scary movies you want me to take you to when you’re not dragging me off to one of your kinky costume parties. Of course, October, when you wear your sexy Elvira outfit….

But I digress. Listen, October, it seems that all of my friends are sharing scary stories and those tales are giving me nightmares. And then on Halloween night there are all those little rugrats out trick or treating, ringing my doorbell every two or three minutes, begging for candy corn and fun-size Snickers. That’s so annoying.

But the icing on the carrot cake, October, is that you always seem to give me the cold shoulder as soon as your friend November shows up. November puts a damper on everything.

So I’m sorry, October. I know we’ve only been together for a short time, but it’s just not going to work out. You’re may be great for others, but I’m just not that into you. I do hope you understand. Besides, I’ve actually started taking quite a shine to April. She has a lot of spring in her step, you know?