Microfiction Monday #25

Susan from Stony River, welcomes us to Microfiction Monday,
where a picture paints just 140 characters.
That means you have to be prepared to read between the lines.

If you’d like to join us, stop by Susan’s, pick up the picture prompt,
compose your story in 140 character (or less), post it,
and sign in at Susan’s place, then commence in the sharing!


Della rubbed her magic lamp, making certain her sister would never again accuse her of having a “wild hair”.

#11 Punny Monday Missing: Blame It On …

… Easter, my new writing assignment, or both. Just don’t blame it on me! 😉

Here’s a bit of an irregular Punny Monday — up for those of you who need your fix. I photographed this fella out on our deck this morning.  Does anybody know who he is? (The answer is a pun.)

pm question

You may email your guesses as usual, but since this is a highly irregular Punny Monday, I will not be posting the guesses or the answers until after 5 p.m. PDST. If you aren’t certain what time it is here, check the clock on my blog.

pm answer

Those Who Earned Their Jackets

April 5th, 2010, 11:54 a.m. — Thom — Leader of the Packets
April 5th, 2010, 12:19 p.m. — Susan — Leader of the Packets
April 5th, 2010, 12:30 p.m. — Carletta — Leader of the Packets
April 5th, 2010, 12:36 p.m. — Barbara — Leader of the Packets
April 5th, 2010, 12:40 p.m. — Melli — Leader of the Packets



April 5th, 2010, 11:35 a.m. — Jeff — That’s One Cool Cat-sup.
April 5th, 2010, 11:45 a.m. — Linda — Pac Man
April 5th, 2010, 12:44 p.m. — Polona — Catch Up
April 5th, 2010, 1:15 p.m. — Amanda O. — It is the great Mr Heinz himself. The lovey Mr. John Kerry, Democratic Senator from the great Commonwealth of Massachusetts.
April 5th, 2010, 2:55 p.m. — Linda — Squirt; Someone’s Main Squeeze
April 5th, 2010, 4:11 p.m. — Kelley — Earl Heinz
April 5th, 2010, 4:52 p.m. — Jim — Mixed Breed Cool Cat; Mixed Breed Cat

Oh Hail!

“Oh hail!” She yelled as she ran into his office. “Look outside!”

deck hail

“Oh hail!” He said, looking out the window. “I guess I’m not going to rehearsal. Driving on that is going to be like driving down a street covered in ball bearings.”

She said, “Are you afraid they’ll steer you wrong?”

He said, “I’m afraid they won’t let me steer at all!”


They took photographs and watched the hail accumulate. He picked up his script for My Fair Lady and looked quite sad.

Luckily, the hail melted as quickly as it came. He scurried around the house getting ready to go after all, then rushed to the garage to get in the car. Script in hand, she followed him to the garage door and asked if he’d forgotten anything. He traded the script for a kiss and then turned to leave.

As he got in the car she called out, “Have fun on your play-date, honey!”

He paused and gave her that look.

She went back in the house quite content that he’d melted any ice left in the near vicinity.

Flashback Friday #4 — Frightful Fashions

Mocha With Linda has started her very own meme. This is how she describes it:

This new meme’s purpose is to have us take a look back and share about a specific time or event in our lives. It will be fun to see how similar – or different – our experiences have been!.

I am enjoying this meme a lot. Grab the button and the link and come play along. Linda’s theme this week is:

The flashback this week surrounds our fashion memories. You may elaborate on your childhood Easter fashions and/or share about styles in general. What fashions were popular when you were growing up? (Any time from birth to high school graduation) What did you beg to wear? What style did you happily embrace that you now look back and think, “Ugh! Whatever possessed me to wear that? ( Of course, pictures would be great – the more hideous embarrassing, the better!) Have any of these come back into style? What have you worn that you vowed you never would? (You can also include hairstyles in your walk down Memorial Fashions Lane!)

I am late this week because we were without electricity for a good portion of Friday. The photo is so hysterical I know you’ll find it worth waiting for and forgive me for being tardy.  Here is me in one of my favorite outfits from the mid-70’s.  I was stylin’! [shudder]

See the huge glasses, the giant hoop earrings and the dangles on my shirt? I can’t see the pants but I imagine they were bell-bottoms. They weren’t jeans, my parents didn’t allow me to wear them. This must have just after my Farrah Fawcett hairstyle phase.  And I will bet you that I had navy blue suede waffle stompers on my feet.  I loved those shoes!

Springtime Scratch and Sniff

Here and now, in the Great Pacific Northwest of these Untied States of America, the Sun has passed the Equinox, and life has responded in fulsome abundance. (Yes, yes, I know, I know … Three Word Thursday was yesterday.) It flies through the air with the greatest of ease, the golden pollen on the warming spring breeze …

She:Honey! Make the itch go away!”

He: “No, dear, I’m not about to get your eyes memberships at the health club.”

She: “The health club?

He: “Look, honey, do you really want to know how heavy your eyes are? Even after they’ve worked out?”

She: “They’re not working out for me right now! They don’t need exercise, they need a priest!

He: “You got your eyes from Toyota? So that’s how come they need to be recalled.”

She: “Do you recall the meaning of the word ‘sympathy’?”

He: “But, dear, you’re surrounded by it. What more do you need than the symphony of the trees?”

She: “Not symphony, sympathy. And if the trees had any, they’d stop with the pollen drop already and give me back my face!