Hi, it’s me. No, don’t worry. I’m fine. It’s just there’s so many holes to patch (oh, metaphor), and paints to brush, and cartons to pack, and whines to have, and frozen dinners to artificially warm that make me feel like less of a mom.
What? When will I ever not have an issue or something to bitch about?
Why, that’s what keeps me alive! Would you rather I drink the blood of virgins?
Meanwhile, here is today’s PROMPTuesday that is quick melting into a PROMPTWednesday:
If you could live one year of your life over again in the identical way, which year would it be and why?
I have my submission all ready and it is going to make a certain rock I know quite happy.
What’s your answer? Tell us a story.
Please post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.
And also — First time to PROMPTuesday? Welcome! Read a bit about this weekly writing exercise here.
(Want to see what’s been written in the past? Catch up on the PROMPTuesdays archive here.)
Yay for lateness! Because I’m all over it when it’s late in the day :D Thanks!
See my blog [love this Q, by the way]
And it is still Tuesday all over this land.
XOXO
Yeah, it’s still Tuesday here. I couldn’t have tackled this any earlier. I was dain bramaged.
Mine’s up :)
Dear Deb – I’m so sorry I haven’t been participating lately – the timing has just been awful for me – someone Tuesday ends up being Task Dump day at work.
Great prompt; it spoke to me so I wrote…
http://aheadofthewave.blogspot.com/2009/07/1982.html