Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.
How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Flashback Friday post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.
If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (12th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.
This was originally posted on May 12, 2018.
SoSC — On the Farm
So Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt this week asks us to find a word (or words) that has a farm animal sound in it and use it (or them) in our posts. Okay, that’s a little weird, but here goes.
“I came over as soon as I got your tweet,” Monica said. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, Monica,” Tom said. “I had the strangest encounter with my new neighbor today.”
“I take it things didn’t go smoothly.”
“Not really,” Tom answered. “The guy was kind of gruff, actually. When he first introduced himself, he seemed normal. But then he started growling and snorting and squeaking in a most peculiar way. I couldn’t figure out what he was saying. It sounded like a bunch of gobbledegook to me.”
“That person sounds like he’s a real quackpot,” Monica said. “So what did you do?”
“Well,” said Tom, “I was getting kinda pissed, so I boinked him right on his nose. Honestly, I didn’t hit him that hard, but he fell to the ground and was out cold. I swear to God, Monica, I thought the guy had croaked.”
“Oh, Tom, that’s awful,” Monica clucked, a look of concern on her face.
“But then he stood up and shook my hand,” Tom said. “And he said it was nice to have met me and invited me over for dinner with him and his wife tomorrow night.”
“Seriously? What did you say?”
“I said ‘baa humbug’ to that, turned around, and walked away from that crazy old hoot.”
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