Two Lines I have written this week.
From my novel in progress, Plundered Booty ...
She singed Frank with constant, torching remarks about his massive girth and thick, Oklahoma accent. When she branded him with the nickname, Bub-A-Lard, even Junior adopted the term.
Two Lines I've read.
From fellow blogger, and frequent commenter here at One Word, Carleen Brice's fabulous (I'm nearly finished but not quite) debut novel, Orange Mint and Honey ...
She wanted the big scene. She had been poking and prodding me since I arrived, trying to make me split open so she could put me back together.
Keeping with the Tuesday theme of two, let me apologize to the English duo of Debbie Lou and Lyzzydee for not getting their My Town Monday links posted until this morning. I urge all of ya'll to check out yesterdays post and to visit the England contingent of MTM as well as any of the other links you might have missed yesterday.
Now for two quick stories involving the youngest of my two boys. Z is five.
Yesterday, while eating a hamburger he looks up with sudden enthusiasm and says. "Hey why don't we save some of these sesame seeds and plant them so we can grow our own hamburger tree."
Ahhh ... only it a perfect world would beef grow on trees.
And further proof that the acorn doesn't fall far from the tree.
This weekend while watching me play a hunting video game that ends the game if you accidentally shoot a female deer or elk Z asks, "Dad, how come you can't shoot the girl ones?" Busy trying to play I simply said, "You're just not supposed to." And his reply?
"But don't they have meat inside them too?"
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