Remember the Seventies?

26385A50-B4F5-480C-A18F-E648451C73FB“Do you remember the seventies, sweetheart?” Anita asked her husband as they started to work on a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle.

“Of course I do, babe,” Paul said. “We met and married in the seventies. How could I forget?”

“Those were some pretty groovy times, weren’t they?” Anita said.

“Yeah, we had some far out experiences back in the day, didn’t we, hon?” Paul acknowledged.

“Too bad there’s no way to harness those great vibes from the seventies,” Anita said wistfully.

“Well, perhaps there is,” Paul said. “We could always head over to that pot dispensary that just opened up a few blocks from here now that pot for recreational use is legal.”

Anita shook her head. “It won’t be the same, sweetheart. Back then pot was considered to be contraband and we were rebels with a cause. That was half the fun and the big thrill.”

“You’re right, babe,” Paul admitted. “We’re grandparents now and we should probably act our age, as depressing as that might be.”

“And speaking about being grandparents, our grandson wanted us to get him a hobbyhorse for Christmas,” Anita said, “so we best not tarry too long before we pick one up for him. We don’t want the toy store to be sold out.”

“The last thing I want to do is to schlep into town to get a damn hobbyhorse,” Paul said. “Let’s draw straws and whoever gets the short straw has to go pick one up.”

“Why don’t we both go? We can stop by that pot shop you mentioned on the way, get a bit of a buzz on, and then head to the toy store together,” Anita said, giving her husband a wink. “That could be kinda groovy, don’t you think?”

Paul smiled. “Great idea, babe. Let’s get truckin’.”


Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (groovy), The Daily Spur (experience), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (harness), Ragtag Daily Prompt (hobbyhorse), Your Daily Word Prompt (tarry), and Daily Addictions (straw).

Sunday Photo Fiction — Henpecked

Cat and hen“I told you we needed more red wine,”Hennie squawked, “but no, you said one bottle was enough.”

“I didn’t expect you to finish off the whole bottle practically all by yourself,” Felix said.

“You never listen to me, Felix,” Hennie said. “You either ignore me or you do the opposite of what I want. I should have known that the two of us were incompatible.”

“Stop getting your feathers in a fluff, Hennie,” Felix said. “I’m tired of you strutting around here like queen of the yard with your constant henpecking.”

“Oh meow,” Hennie mocked. “And I’m tired of your wandering around the neighborhood at all hours, hanging out with your ne’er do well ally cat friends doing who knows what.”

“Do you want to know why I get out of this yard every night?” Felix asked. “Well, it’s because I’m sick of your cluck-clucking day in and day out.”

“Okay,” Hennie said. “I’ll try to stop ruffling my feathers at every little thing that you do. And you’re right, I have had too much wine.”

“Thank you, Hennie,” he said. “I will curtail my nighttime wandering and spend more time with you, my little chickadee.”

“I love you, Felix.”

“I love you more, Hennie,” Felix purred.


Written for Donna McNicol’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: DeAnna Gossman.

Who Won The Week? 11/24/19

10CC3057-4EEA-4C80-B8C1-700C0FC6C906It’s time for another Who Won the Week prompt. The idea behind Who Won the Week is for you to select who you think “won” this past week. Your selection can be anyone or anything — politicians, celebrities, athletes, authors, bloggers, your friends or family members, books, movies, TV shows, businesses, organizations, whatever.

I will be posting this prompt on Sunday mornings (my time). If you want to participate, write your own post designating who you think won the week and why you think they deserve your nod. Then link back to this post and tag you post with FWWTW.

My pick for this week is integrity.

On Thursday, the U.S. House of Representatives wrapped up a marathon week of public hearings for its impeachment inquiry into Donald Trump, where nine more witnesses testified.15A89997-7BA1-4D09-A960-7E6DD5D47CB9Most of those who testified were career diplomats with years of service in the State Department, the military, and/or other roles within the government. And virtually all of them ignored directives from the White House and the State Department to not testify. These courageous individuals put their careers — and some would argue, their personal safety — on the line by coming forth and testifying about what they saw and heard.

Their testimonies made it abundantly clear to anyone who was watching or listening with an open mind that Donald Trump is guilty of bribery, extortion, obstruction of justice, and abuse of power in an attempt to achieve his own personal and political goals.

I can’t imagine a more fitting way that I, a mere blogger, can honor these brave people who publicly testified this past week, along with those from last week, than by saying that the integrity each one demonstrated won the week.

And now it’s your turn, folks. Who (or what) do you think won the week?

Hold the Phone

3D1E9215-6114-4B7E-AF5A-3A9BC4CC6224“I’m trying to call your mother and I can’t get a dial tone on this damn thing,” Hal said. “Nothing, not a goddam thing. Now I gotta go and pay a visit to the phone company and get them to fix this worthless piece of shit wireless telephone.”

“Dad, that’s not the telephone,” Jimmy said. “That’s the TV remote control.”


Written for today’s Three Things Challenge from Di at Pensitivity101. The three things are nothing, tone, and visit.

Song Lyric Sunday — Time to Eat

In honor of the Thanksgiving holiday in the U.S. on Thursday, Jim Adams has given us the food-related words bounty, dessert, eat, feast, food, hungry, and turkey for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday theme. How could I possibly resist going with the classic Weird Al Yankovic parody, “Eat It”?

“Eat It” was written as a parody of Michael Jackson’s song, “Beat It.” Reaching number 12 in the U.S., “Eat It,” was a commercial and critical success. The song is about a fussy eater who needs to work on his table manners.

Yankovic’s record company sent Michael Jackson the first chorus, and Jackson was receptive. Al finished the song and Jackson approved it. Yankovic said, “I was very surprised to get permission from Michael Jackson. This was 1984 when I did ‘Eat It,’ when Michael was the King of Pop. We sent him a request, can we do a parody of your song and call it ‘Eat It?’ We thought we’d never hear back, it took a few weeks but we heard back and he said, ‘Yeah, that’s fine.'”

Yankovic gave Michael Jackson songwriting credit on the parody, since Jackson wrote “Beat It.” After the child abuse allegations  levied against Michael Jackson in HBO’s Leaving Neverland documentary, Weird Al stopped performing this song in his personal appearances.

Here are the song’s lyrics.

How come you’re always such a fussy young man
Don’t want no Captain Crunch, don’t want no Raisin Bran
Well, don’t you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it

Don’t wanna argue, I don’t wanna debate
Don’t wanna hear about what kind of food you hate
You won’t get no dessert ’til you clean off your plate
So eat it

Don’t you tell me you’re full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn’t matter if it’s boiled or fried

Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it, ooh

Your table manners are a cryin’ shame
You’re playin’ with your food, this ain’t some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you’ll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it

You better listen, better do what you’re told
You haven’t even touched your tuna casserole
You better chow down or it’s gonna get cold
So eat it

I don’t care if you’re full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn’t matter if it’s fresh or canned

Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don’t you make me repeat it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn’t matter what you had for lunch

Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it

Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it’s gettin’ cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don’t like it, you can’t send it back

Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn’t matter if it’s boiled or fried

Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don’t you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn’t matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it