The postcard read, “Wish you were here.” Elaine taped it to the fridge next to the rest. At least John had that damn poodle for company.
(extra points if you can figure out who the hell I'm referring to...)
And that takes care of my MicroFiction Monday. Many thanks to Susan of Stony River for hosting our 140 character or less jaunt into creativity.
Now, onward, because we have a lot to cover on this fine Monday.
I'd rather be at work than trying to tame the monster that little o's room has become. There are clothes in varying sizes all over the place and not a single set is ready to be packed away. I spent the weekend trying to organize and clean it all, but failed miserably. It might actually look worse now. Yuck.
And last, but certainly not least, Happy Birthday Papa Badger! Woo hoo. And on 8/9/10, none the less. You still don't look (or act) a day over 25.
Have a good week all.