Sweetman’s Ability to CYA and the Lovin Language Blogfest

Today is Thursday. Thank God. Yesterday and the full moon, ended eight straight days of hair loppings. My fingers and toes are singing tingly tunes. My left hip is making a grinding noise when I walk. And, my right lower back…well, I think the mean hair fairy punched me there more than once.

It’s now 10:24 AM. Some strange movie titled, “Gretchen” is spread across my Hi-Def television. It’s about a girl with some major issues. She’s weird. Really weird.

The yard guys are buzzing around my lawn and hedges. And, I’ve got a floor guy ripping carpet off my morning room’s floor. Getting new dark wood floors, but there’s a story behind it all and it involves Sweetman. He must think he’s the master of CYA (cover your arse).

I came home from work one afternoon about three weeks ago. Spread across the kitchen table were a plethora of wood chips.

“Which one do you like?” Sweetman asked.

I fingered through the pieces. “I like this one.” I held up a not-so-dark one.

“Oh, not that one. We’re getting this one.” He held up a dark one.

I don’t know why he asks my opinion on anything. Everything in the house we own,he’s picked out. My decisions always get shot down. Like the day at the AT&T Store.

“Which phone do you want?” he asked.

I looked at each phone. Some had buttons. Some were touchpads. I wanted the blue-colored phone with the buttons.

“No,” he said. “You want this one.” He pointed to a touchpad. It cost him twenty dollars plus tax.

Now I can butt, cheek, and purse call all my friends. I can also, dial numbers when I talk on the phone and mute people without knowing it. Not to mention, it’s great at dropping calls mid-way through a great conversation. It’s the phone I’ve always wanted. How did he know?

Okay. Onto a challenge I’ve signed up for.

It’s a one day shot. I know without a doubt I can do this one. Jolene B. Perry is hosting. You can find her @http://jolenesbeenwriting.blogspot.com/

Here are the rules: Pick any five lines from your WIPs and share. If you’re not good at sharing your items, share someone else’s. Sometimes it’s more fun sharing other peoples’ stuff.

Also, she doesn’t mind if you break any rules since she’s admitted to breaking a few herself.

So, if you want join this, head on over to her blog and sign up for this spectacular one day event.

Okay. Bloggy friends, I’m off to the toilets. They need some scrubbing, and I ‘ve got edits to do on Secondhand Shoes.

You all have a great day blogging, reading, and writing!

Shelly

PS I’ll be back tomorrow. Hoping to post an interview with a potential screen writer. He’s impressive.

PSS If not I’ll babble about ….who knows, I’ll think of something.

PSSS I miss Robb Logger. Where the hell is he?