That’s Not My Party

Bonnie opened the envelope and found an unexpected invitation to go to party. But what was peculiar about the invitation was the type of party to which she’d been invited. While the invitation didn’t specifically state it, she could tell by the desciption that it was a BDSM party.

What worried her the most was why she would get such an invitation. She couldn’t tell who sent it to her and she would never ever try to seek out a party of that nature on her own. But her ex-fiancé knew about how she liked sexual play that involved spanking. Could he have sent the invitation? That vindictive bastard, shortly after she broke up with him, posted some compromising photos of her on Instagram. Could this be his latest attempt to publicly humiliate her?

Bonnie picked up the phone and called that son of a bitch. If this was his doing, he’d soon regret it.

Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (envelope), Word of the Day Challenge (invitation), Fandango’s One Word Challenge (peculiar), Your Daily Word Prompt (seek), My Vivid Blog (spanking), and The Daily Spur (latest).

TMP — I Am So Not Peeved

Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off.

My peeve today is about, well, nothing. In fact, I’m feeling very upbeat today. Unusually upbeat, actually. It’s a beautiful, cool, crisp, autumn day. Around 60°F, not a cloud in the sky, and just a whisper of a breeze.

We got some desperately need rain this past week. The “big red wave” that the Republicans expected in the midterm elections never materialized and the Democrats maintained a sliver of a majority in the Senate. And, all things considered, the Dems suffered only relatively small losses in the House. So Democracy in the U.S. lives on, for the time being, at least.

The Ukrainians are surprisingly embarrassing Vladimir Putin and the big, bad Russian military on the battlefield. And we had a great week and a delightful weekend with our houseguests. Even the stock market was way up last week.

So I have nothing to grouse about this week. I am not pissed off. I am not peeved in any way. I will bask in this glorious day, for who knows what craziness and chaos tomorrow may bring.

Reblog: Don’t put all your ducks in a basket

If you haven’t been to visit Dave’s blog,, you really ought to. If you’re into language usage and idioms, his blog is the cream of the cake!

Dave defines a malaphor as “a mixture of two idioms, creating a sort of malaprop in metaphor form. They are uttered by everyone unintentionally. The best ones are the most subtle, sounding correct at first blush and then leading to quizzical looks.”

Dave encourages his readers, if they hear someone utter a malaphor, to use his contact page to let him know. He’ll publish the malaphor you discovered and give you credit for finding it, just as he did in this malaphor I recently sent to him.

Enjoy…and be sure and visit (and follow) Dave’s blog.

This one was heard on the HGTV show “Househunters”. The husband said to his wife, “Don’t put all your ducks in a basket.” This is an eggselent …

Don’t put all your ducks in a basket

Share Your World — 11/14/2022

Share Your World

Di, at Pensitivity101, is our host for Share Your World each week. Here are her questions for this week.

1. Does the weather affect your mood?

Only if I have plans that will be affected (one way or the other) by the weather.

2. If a stranger smiles at you or says ‘good morning’ when they pass you in the street, do you return it?

I will typically return the smile or nod my head, but rarely speak.

3. If you had a choice of just one of these things to eat, what would it be and why?
Chocolate, a sweet pastry, a plate of chips/fries (this is not a forever choice, just one instance).

Depends what else, if anything I’m having. If I’m having a sandwich or a burger, I’d choose chips/fries. But if it’s a dessert following a meal, I’d go with a sweet pastry. And if it’s just a quick snack on the run, probably a Snickers bar.

4. If you could go back to when you were a specific age, what would that be? Why?

I’d probably go back to when I was 22 and had just graduated from college. That was the age at which I started my real life, and didn’t realize the ramifications of some of the decisions I made at the time. Of course, I wouldn’t necessarily want to go back to that age unless I would know then what I know now.


I was very grateful to have had some very specials friends as houseguests this past week. And now I’m grateful that they have left and I can get back to my regular routines.

Hello/Goodbye hands from Klaus Hargreeves at Esty.

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #193

Welcome to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenging bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.

The image below is from

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a woman sitting in the passenger seat of an older-model, turquoise Chevy convertible parked in front of pink motel or apartment building. She’s looking back over her right shoulder. Who is she looking for, I wonder.

If this week’s image inspires you and you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FFFC, and link back to this post. I hope it will generate some great posts.

Please create a pingback to this post or manually add your link in the comments.