Thursday, 09 July 2009

  • Blogger's Block? Just Visit Your Mom


    I could hear things falling. Lots of small things like safety pins. There were muttered curses. Next I heard things being thrown. It sounded like the lid to a cookie tin. There was loud, frustrated cursing. I skirted past the guest room door hoping she wouldn't see me as I headed to the kitchen, but she must have spotted the flash of lime green. Drat! I knew I should have worn a more subdued shirt today!

    MELINDA!!! She hollered.

    I hesitated before answering. Timidly, I peeked around the corner into the living room just in time to see her stomping out of her room, angry, frustrated and looking for me.



    "I CAN'T FIND MY THIMBLE!!!"

    She claims she was just showing me her thimble finger. I told her I'd give her a thimble after she asked me again, when I had the camera in my hand. She says I'm not very nice. I said I'm not the one waving my thimble finger around on the internet.

    God bless my mom. I will always have something to blog about as long as she's visiting. I may never let her go home.

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