Gladys, ‘member when NAPA was Dairy Queen?
Lawdie, Henry. I ‘member when it was trees.
I ‘member that, too. Mercy day, we’s gettin’ old.
S’okay, Henry. We’s gettin’ old together. That’s what counts.
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Hubbymoose and I actually had this conversation – well, something like it – just this morning. I pared ours down to a trifextra 33.
I’m a bit rusty.
That’s okay. It’s just like riding a bike. You’ll get it back in no time.
I sure hope so. I need this in a bad way.
I’ll take it slow. This won’t hurt.
I used to be really good you know.
I’ll bet you were. Here’s the on switch.
Lydia smiled at the blinking cursor and blogged her first words: I’m a bit rusty.
Just a bit of fun for trifecta this week. This is one week I am POSITIVE I won’t place . . . as I am one of the three guest judges. But, it was too fun to pass up.
My sistah-judges this week are Deana and Lessa. Do give them a lil love, too. And, then, go on over to trifecta and give us 33-333 words on RUSTY.
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It was not my first time here. I’d been left at the altar before. Not once, mind you. TWO beaus had run before walking down to meet me and the priest. I wonder . . .
for the Trifextra Wrtiting Challenge . . . 33 words inspired by third time’s the charm. These are mine. Where are yours?
And . . . be sure to check back for the next challenge Two other writers and I will be the judges for the week. Whoot!
Mama moose nurse babies in the middle of the road. Nearby farms have baby llamas and foals. My grands and I go to the beach.
Summertime Alaska is short, sweet, too soon gone.
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Bless me, father. YOU have sinned.
My child, begin again. “I†have sinned.
That’s what I said, father. YOU have sinned.
“Iâ€, child. “I†have sinned.
Indeed, father. And now, you’re under arrest.
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Answering the weekend trifecta challenge: confession. Do go over and check out the new Featured trifectan.
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