It's Monday. Time for MicroFiction with Susan, at Stony River. You get 140 to speak your mind. Let's get to it, shall we?
"MB did not need another clock to remind her that she was running late yet again today. Blame it on whatever you'd like, but 10 minutes late was becoming her new on time..."
I would like to say that's fiction, but lately it is all too true. And please don't tell me I'm fashionable. It's not. It's just rude. I'm working on it, though.
As for my I'd rather be:
I'd rather be at work than trying to fix this problem:
Don't see it? Look closer. That's a raccoon butt hanging from a shelf in my garage. The bigger part of my problem. PB. "But he's really cute. He has this stripey tail. And a little bandit's mask! And it's so cold outside." I'm not a home owner. I'm a wild life retreat manager...
Tomorrow we'll announce the winner of the contest. Go back a few Tuesdays if you want to enter. I'll pull tonight, so you still have a few hours.