So I was busy, or lazy, or something and didn't get a chance to post this a few weeks back...
Earlier this month, Janet Reid blog regular Julie Wearhers posted:
I dreamed about Janet last night. It involved sending her a strange, but awesome gift. And now she gives us a strange, but awesome, gift.
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"You did what?" Virginia gasped. If she'd had pearls, she would have been clutching them."
Janet loved the "pearl" sentence so much, she built a contest around it. Contrary to the use-these-five-words format, she asked us to write story around the gist of the line. I came up with "Pearls."
“Always marry for love. But it's just as easy to love a rich fella.”
Young me clutched Mama's pearls of wisdom like a drowning rat clinging to a chunk of driftwood.
Mama sure played that matrimonial maxim into a winning hand, trolling the casinos, all tits and eyelashes. Poor Henry. Never knew what hit him.
I do.
Ball-peen hammer.
At least she considered me worthy of living in “her” house.
Another Mama maxim comes to mind.
“If you can't beat ’em, join ’em.”
I'm going to miss Mama.
But this string of pearls sure goes with her favorite blue dress.
It didn't win. But it did get a shout out:
It says absolutely nothing good about me that I laughed out loud with this from Michael Seese
Poor Henry. Never knew what hit him.
I do.
Ball-peen hammer.
And she posted a new contest yesterday, so expect to see something here tomorrow.
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