Summer Wordzzlin' - Ain't It Divine

Happy Summer Everybody! Fan yourself with a good dictionary – it develops upper arm strength – crank up the laptop and enjoy some Wordzzle.

Brought to us by the always cool Raven. Stop by her place, check out her stories and don’t forget to check out Mr. Linky (he might be wearing Speedos) so that you can enjoy all the Wordzzle entries.

Ten Word Challenge: solitaire, pathological, grackles, alternative life style, manifest destiny, polarization, ugly duckling, folding chairs, flibberty-gibbet, hand grenade

Finola could not understand why she had been assigned the task of setting out all the folding chairs. Was it because she was the ugly duckling of the group? Perhaps it was due to the fact that the house mother often referred to her as a flibberty-gibbet. Such an unfair assessment! So what if she was a pathological liar. Her lies were harmless – she had lied about knowing what Manifest Destiny meant, she had lied about seeing the grackles build their nest. Were white lies dangerous? Finola viewed lying as an alternative life style, much like role playing and far more entertaining than one more game of solitaire. It certainly wasn’t meant to cause strife in the house; she shouldn’t be held responsible for the deep sense of polarization that had developed among her housemates. She was being punished for a power she didn’t possess. Well she would show them. Finola reached into the deep pocket of her summer frock and fondled the bumpy texture of the hand grenade. What an explosive recital this would be!

And the Mini Challenge: marathon, the butler did it, curtain, hand cream, flatulence

Buster Bugley peeked out from behind the red curtain. He despised playing piano for these ridiculous girl’s school recitals. They were a marathon of bad singing and clumsy ribbon dancing. He wished he had the balls to put slimy hand cream all over the stairs leading to the stage, what a sight that would be!; rows and rows of silly girls slipping on the stairs like a demented dominos game. Buster’s attempt to choke back his maniacal laughter just aggravated his flatulence and soon the entire back stage area smelled like rotten eggs and baked beans. “Good Lord” exclaimed Finola, “what is that putrid smell?” Buster looked at the odd girl standing there with her hands thrust deep in her pockets. “How the hell should I know?” he barked at her, “perhaps the butler did it”.

And my Mega …

The Pokey brothers stood together and looked at the huge neon sign for their new club – ‘Polarization’. All that was left to do after weeks and weeks of preparation was to get through opening night. The club was their attempt to make a living and have an alternative life style at the same time. In celebration of opening night they had booked ‘Manifest Destiny’ a hugely popular country band and ‘Pathological Pukers’ – an up and coming rap/punk/metal group. ‘Flibberty-Gibbet’ a strawberry colored rip-off of ‘Blue Man Group’ was the opening act. The idea behind the club was to bring people together by offering vastly different music on the same bill. “Are all the folding chairs set up? Is the curtain set? Will it actually open this time?” Paulie asked his brother. “I’ve been worried about that new bartender; he just sits in the office playing solitaire”. Petey grinned at his big brother. “It’s all going to be fine, relax”. “This marathon worry fest of yours will kill ya, or at least cause chronic flatulence”. “I do feel like a hand grenade exploded in my gut” Paulie admitted. “Discovering that nest of grackles under the marquee really threw me”. “Go make yourself pretty. You are the family ugly duckling so use lots of hand cream on your face”. Paulie smiled at the old childhood joke. “I wonder why you got all the looks” he winked at Petey. “Aww Paulie, you know why, Mom told ya a million times, the butler did it”.