A Woman Scorned

“The good news, Tom,” Alan said, “is that we agreed that we would remain friends.”

Tom roared with laughter. “You’re delusional, buddy,” he said. “What figment of reality makes you think she wants you two to still be friends after this?”

“Well, when she broke up with me she did it amicably,” Alan said. “In fact, we were both very adult about it.”

“You cheated on her, for crissake,” Tom said, “so this breakup was definitely was your fault. And friends? You need to take off your crown of fools, dude. Haven’t you heard the expression about hell having no fury like a woman scorned?”

Written for these daily prompts: MMA Storytime (friends), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (roar), Word of the Day Challenge (figment), The Daily Spur (breakup), Your Daily Word Prompt (fault), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (crown).

Reblog: Open Letter To Republican Members Of Congress

Jill Dennison has written an open letter to the GOP members of Congress pleading with them to do the right thing and to press Donald Trump to concede the election.

I live in a blue state, where my senators are Democrats, as is the member of the House who represents my district. But Jill has invited those of you whose senators or congressional representatives are Republicans to feel free to adapt and use her letter to send to your members of Congress.

I’m also reblogging Jill’s post so that perhaps other conservative voices who read her letter will accept the reality that Donald Trump has lost the presidential election and that his divisive, destructive post-election words and actions are subverting America’s democratic processes and sabotaging the future of our nation.

Dear Senator/Representative, I write today out of extreme frustration as a citizen of the United States, a person who has paid taxes since 1964 when …

Open Letter To Republican Members Of Congress

#WDYS — Forever One

As she had done every year on this date for the last eight years, Anna placed the cupcake on the picnic table in their backyard, stuck a candle in the middle of it, and lit the candle. “Happy birthday, my darling Billy,” she said and then started to sob.

Michael walked out to where Anna was sitting, put his hands on her shoulders, and said, “Why do you torture yourself like this, Anna? He’s gone.”

“He would have been nine today,” Anna said.

“I know,” Michael said, “had he survived.”

“He has survived, Michael,” Anna said, “in my heart and soul, where he’ll be forever one.”

Written for this week’s What Do You See? prompt from Sadje. Photo credit: Angéle Kemp at Unsplash.

Share Your World — Did You Ever?

Share Your WorldIt’s once again Monday and time for Melanie’s Share Your World prompt. This week Melanie asks a series of weird, “did (or have) you ever” questions. And I must say that, given my advanced years, there are very few “did you ever” questions where my answer is “no I never.”

What is worse than a dentist with bad breath?

A proctologist with flatulence.

Have you ever been rejected by someone that you liked, or been told that you were not good enough for somebody else?

I have to admit that, back in the day, when I was a gawky, geeky, braces-wearing, pimply-faced teenager, there were a few girls who I attempted to pursue romantically, but who apparently weren’t as enamored with me as I was with them. So yeah, I experienced rejection. As to ever having been told I wasn’t good enough for someone else, no, not directly. But I suppose asking a girl for a date and having her decline my invitation is pretty much the same thing as being told that she didn’t think I was good enough for her.

Did you ever want to have toast for breakfast, only to find that all your bread was covered in green mold?

Yes, either green mold or lots of little white dots.

Did you ever sneeze so hard that your whole body hurt?

Yes, I’ve suffered from broken ribs several times, once as a result of a bad fall while skiing and once when I tripped while walking the dog, who zigged when I expected her to zag. If you’ve ever broken a rib, you know that the simple act of sneezing (or coughing or laughing) with a busted rib is excruciatingly painful. And it usually takes four to six weeks to fully recover.

Did you ever buy clothing on the internet that did not fit, but you wore them anyway, since you didn’t want to pay the $5 shipping charge to send them back?

Yes, I’ve bought clothing on the internet that did not fit as I had expected them to, but I always returned them because I am savvy enough to only buy things on the internet from vendors that offer free, no hassle returns.

Melanie has also asked us to share something that we are grateful for this November.

I am grateful that Donald Trump lost his bid to be re-elected. I’ll be even more grateful when he and his delusional GOP sycophants finally accept that he lost and we can get on with the transition of power to Joe Biden and to being trying to heal America.

Blogging Insights — What’s In a Name?

Blogging insightsFor this week’s edition of Blogging Insights, Dr. Tanya is interested in names. She writes, “The name that you blog under is the calling card which introduces you to bloggers and readers across the globe. Some bloggers use their first name and some use their full name. Others prefer to keep their identity unknown, blogging under a cool made up name.” And then she asks us these questions:

Do you use your own name for blogging?

Yes, my parents named me Fandango and as soon as I was old enough to understand what they had done to me, which was when I was about five, I killed them both. Can you blame me?

If you use a psuedonym, what are your reasons for this and what led you to choose that particular name?

This is my fifth blog and I’ve used pseudonyms for all of them, albeit not the same pseudonym for each of them. When I started my first blog in 2005, I worked for a very strait-laced, conservative company. I wanted to be able to freely express my liberal-leaning views, opinions, and perspectives on my personal blog without having to worry about someone at work stumbling upon my blog, reading my leftist, godless posts, and ratting me out to anyone at the company.

I had retired from that job when I started this blog in 2017, so I wasn’t worried about being “found out” by my uptight, conservative bosses. But I had been the victim of identity theft twice and thought that it would be prudent to not use my real name for my latest online endeavor. So, as I describe below in my answer to Dr. Tanya’s next question, I came up with “Fandango.”

(Okay, you caught me in a lie. My parents didn’t really name me Fandango and I didn’t actually kill them when I was five. That didn’t happen until I was a teenager.)

Is there an interesting story behind your User Name?

Here’s the story, but I don’t know how interesting it is. One of my favorite songs of all time is Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody.” There’s a stanza in that song that goes:

“I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Figaro,

At first I though of using “Scaramouche” as my pseudonym, but every time I typed it, those squiggly red lines beneath the name showed up and autocorrect kept changing it to “scary mouse.” So I decided to go with “Fandango.”

I wanted to find an avatar to go with my chosen pseudonym, so I Googled “Fandango” and discovered that there was a computer adventure game from 1998 titled “Grim Fandango.”I’d never heard of nor played the game, but as soon as I saw the image of Fandango, I decided that I had found the perfect avatar for my blog.