Good Morning Boys and Girls!
Sometimes I get things wrong and they turn out so right. I love when that happens. I went to a party last night; drank a few Cosmos, danced a bit, talked a lot and laughed even more. I cringed at setting the alarm for 6 when I got home at 2! I’m too old for this. My mind, body and soul all nodded in agreement.
Alarm goes off at 6 this morning and mind, body and soul are really pissed. I check my giant-ass store schedule, knowing it will say I need to be there at 7:45 and … it says my shift starts at 11. 11 you exclaim! Yes! Yes! I respond – 11. Lovely, later 11.
Of course I don’t trust meself. I make the coffee, take the shower and try to soothe the alcohol ache – I don’t have a hangover really, I just ache. Aged Alcohol Ache. I check the schedule again – it still says 11 and the sun shines brightly and the angels sing.
Since going back to bed would seal my fate and render me fired I decide to savor my morning, drink my coffee, enjoy my Tylenols and give Wordzzle a Whirl!
Look out surly bargain shoppers. Beware incompetent, whiny co-workers. I’m on a roll.
Ten Word Challenge: fruitcake, necromancer, gibberish, marshland, Lone Ranger, hog-wild, effluvia, plaintiff, phonograph, fern
Fern was having trouble maneuvering the giant car through the tiny openings that passed for a road. She started to think she was crazy for taking the Lone Ranger out, it was her husband’s car and she had always had trouble handling it. “Lone Ranger” she laughed out loud, “what a fruitcake I am, it’s a Range Rover”. “No wonder I can’t navigate the marshlands, I don’t even know the name of the car!” She tried to calm herself by conjuring up her husband’s image, by putting him there in the seat next to her. She wondered if that was what a necromancer would do as she imagined Burt delivered to her side in an effluvia of bossy and bully. He’d go hog-wild to see her driving his precious Lone Ranger. “Good Lord!” she shouted, “now I’m talking gibberish, just as Burt always said I did”. She gripped the wheel tighter as Burt’s voice filled the car. “You sound like a broken phonograph” he barked at her and she giggled. How wonderful! – vaporous Burt confused words just as she did. “It’s broken record, not broken phonograph” she admonished. “So sue me!” he gasped as he began to dissipate. I would Fern thought triumphantly as she stepped on the gas in a burst of confidence. “And I would be the perfect plaintiff” she shouted out in glee.
And for the Mini Challenge: frozen, history, myrmidon, Shylock, incapacitated
Stan sat frozen at his desk. He had to be in court in less than an hour and he had a problem. He doubted his ability to defend his soul sucking clients, a large corporation that had stolen the pensions of hundreds of devoted workers. He could hear sweet gentle Sarah whispering to him, “walk away Stan, you’ll make history, you will be the one to cause the others to question”. Stan put his head in his hands and wondered how he could become incapacitated by a moral dilemma this late in his career. He shook himself free of his thoughts and pushed Sarah’s voice away. As he gathered up his papers and stuffed them into his satchel he knocked over a little plaque. It fell to the floor facing the sunlight from the open window. The glare from the sun on shiny metal blinded him but as a dark cloud passed he saw the etched words clearly. Shylock Stan – Most Valued Myrmidon. Stan blinked hard and sunlight once again filled his office. He picked up the tiny plaque and recognized it immediately. Happy 25th Anniversary – Most Treasured Husband – World’s Best Dad. Stan put the treasure in his pocket and headed down the hall, his posture straightening as his steps quickened. It was going to be an historic day.
Head on over to Raven’s place and give Mr. Linky a little love. Check out all the other stories and take a look at next weeks words. Consider playing along. If I can do it in Aged Alcohol Aching mode then so can you.