Do you really care what anyone else’s daily habits are? Most of us have pretty much the same daily habits. We wake up, go to the bathroom, wash up, get dressed, have breakfast, do stuff, have lunch, do more stuff, eat dinner, relax, and go to bed.
I’m a retiree, and what I do between the time I wake up and the time I go to sleep would bore the crap out of anyone were I to start detailing it. The fact is that most people couldn’t care less about my daily habits. Or about your daily habits.
Sure, what some people do between meals may be of some interest to some people, but when posed broadly to a bunch of bloggers on WordPress, this really is an inane question. Because the habit that many of us share is the same habit: WordPressing: reading, writing, and commenting. Some more than others, but if you’re reading this post — my response to today’s WordPress Daily Prompt — you know what I’m saying.
Rosemary went ballistic when she discovered that her 15-year-old daughter, Lucy, had been sending sexually explicit text messages and nude photos of herself to some boy. Rosemary took away Lucy’s smartphone and grounded her.
“Lucy, you used to read books. There’s a little free library between these buildings. You should get a book there to read,” Rosemary suggested.
Rosemary was delighted that Lucy embraced reading again. But one day when Lucy was at school, Rosemary was straightening Lucy’s room. Inside a book that Lucy was “reading,” was a sheet of paper with handwritten erotic notes between Lucy and that boy.
(100 words)
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Dake Rogerson.
Di (aka Pensitivity101) hosts Fibbing Friday, a silly little exercise where we are to write a post with our answers to the ten questions below. But as the title suggests, truth is not an option. The idea is to fib a little, a lot, tell whoppers, and be inventive, silly, or even outrageous, in our responses. For this week’s Fibbing Friday, Di has once again recruited Melissa Lemay, who has provided words from the Merriam-Webster dictionary for us to define.
1. Milieu — The Fench word for “miller” as in milieu de fleurs for flour miller.
2. Inviolable — An inventory of flammable solutions.
3. Dulcimer — Someone who is dull, dimwitted, and boring.
4. Condominium — a condom for men with small penises.
5. Sycophant — A promiscuous elephant who has been infected with syphilis.
6. Elegiacal — An adjective used to describe an elegantly dressed woman.
7. Zhuzh — To fatally push someone from a high place.
8. Obstreperous — A procedure performed by an OB-GYN to determine whether or not a woman can get pregnant.
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 it? 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 any day this past year and link to that post in a comment.
This was originally posted on June 28, 2018
Anyone for Crumpets?
“Allow me to introduce you to my friend Fandango,” Jim said to Teresa.
“Fandangle? That’s an odd name,” Teresa said. “Are you as useless and ornamental as your name implies?”
“No, my name is not Fandangle, it’s Fandango.” I said.
“You mean like the Spanish dance?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “And like the online movie ticket buying site. But that’s not what I was named for.”
“What were you named for, then?” she asked.
“It comes from a line in the Queen song, “Bohemian Rhapsody,” I answered. “My parents were huge Queen fans.”
“That’s just weird,” she said. “So what’s your deal, Fandangle?”
“Well, I’m a big fan of crumpets,” I said. “Have you ever had a crumpet? It’s like an English muffin, only better.”
“Mmm, doesn’t that sound good?” said Jim, trying his best to salvage this awkward situation. “I am having quite an appetency for crumpets, aren’t you?”
Teresa looked at her watch and said, “Oh my, will you look at the time.” Looking first at Jim and then at Fandango, she said, “Nice to have met you, Fandangle,” right before she abruptly turned around and started walking away.
“It’s Fandango, dammit!” I shouted as she was leaving.
Written for today’s Three Things Challenge from Teresa. The three things are appetency (a longing or desire), crumpet (a person’s head), and fandangle (a useless or purely ornamental thing).
FWIW, I thought a “crumpet” was a small griddle cake made from an unsweetened batter of water or milk, flour and yeast. And that — not as a person’s head — is how I used that thing in this post.
Interesting factoid: After I posted this, I got a comment from Teresa, who was curious about when the word “crumpet” went from being a person’s head to being a food. I posted a follow-up on what Teresa found here on the same day (6/28/2018).
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