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Thought it meant “in a bad mood”

Being insolent or rude

None of this (before thought attitude)

Applies to the old platitude.

Of course you’re cranky when you’re sick,

Doesn’t take a brain that’s slick

To know that!

 

 https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/cranky/

Is it possible?

If we met by the sea

Would you stay with me

Wash away our former lives

Sink into love, swim a new life

Would salty brine burn our skin

Waves of guilt prevent our begin?

Speak to me of your thoughts

Is it possible, or not.

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/04/15/daily-picture-prompt-119/

Big families require a lot of love and hard work to create harmony for everyone involved. A family dynamic where one is constantly disrupting the others is a harmful situation and harmony is dispelled. Cooperation, respect, and empathy, all are needed for true harmony.

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/04/15/daily-word-prompt-66-harmony/

It was a busy evening. The call girl, Elaine, was about to receive her new client, the body builder. She could hardly wait as she anticipated his prowess. Her usual clients were lacking in vitality. A knock heard, she greeted her new client with a kiss and a  cuddle. He was everything she had envisioned and as he quickly undressed, she was curiously admiring his muscles.

She sat seductively in the chair. He bounced onto the bed and beckoned her to join him. A good time ensued with Elaine realizing all of her expectations. Finally, a man who made love to her, instead of her needing to do all the work. After a while they moved into the bathtub, where the proof of their adventure washed away.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/04/15/saturday-mix-lorraine-15-04-17/

I’m waiting. He’s late, but I’m not looking at the clock. I’m just waiting. The dress, so beautiful. The flowers so fragrant. Everyone inside. I’m waiting. He could have had a flat, run out of gas, or forgot to pick up his tux before they closed. Maybe the rented shoes don’t fit. I’ll just wait, he’ll be here, I know he’ll be here. He loves me and I love him. He’s coming, I know he is. I’ll just wait.

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/04/14/daily-picture-prompt-118/

I like to live with fantasy, 

All dreams and fancy stuff

I wish on stars, try to bluff

My way through daily reality

Have to use this mentality

To be hopeful and carry on

I’m an ugly duckling 

Who dreams of being a swan

I’ve always been a believer

Of fairytales, and fanciful things

A shooting star and wore moon rings

It’s what gives my heart zings

Romance, knights, queens and kings

Save the day, make a way

For the happy ending

Fantasy and life, blending.

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/04/14/daily-word-prompt-64-fantasy/

Shopping today at Target, I purchased this little charmer, an egg shaper! I have wanted one of these for a while to make McDonalds McMuffins at home. A few years ago my grandson loved them and I told him we could make them at home for half the price. We shopped for all the ingredients, even Canadian bacon. I like the plain egg type, but the kids prefer the bacon or sausage ones. I proved my theory, they ended up costing less than half price when we made them. Here’s the cutie I purchased today:

https://rugby843.blog/atozchallenge-m/2017/04/15/
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Apr. 15/17

She closed her eyes and felt herself getting damp from the moss and leaves.  The dizziness was getting worse.  She tried to let her body sink into the green softness, and forget the way the sky had started slowly spinning.  Thinking that lying still, it would wash over her and leave as it had before.  The last time, she was safely in bed, but this day it came unexpectedly in the light.  As she let the greenery surround and envelope her, thoughts of her impending death entered her mind.  

The doctor warned her it would get worse.  The spells would occur more frequently, increase in intensity, and she would be lost in this state forever.  A coma-like state would take over and she would be immobilized,  able to hear everything, but could not speak.  Trying to open her eyes would cause the dizziness to worsen.  How long she would live in this condition varied, and the doctor wouldn’t  speculate.  When she researched the illness, she was saddened by the shortness of the final state.  She could try to look on it as less suffering for her beloved.

She didn’t tell him of this illness.  Of course it wasn’t fair not to tell him, but she couldn’t bear to see the look on his face.  A cowardly way out, for when the realization came to him she would never improve, she couldn’t bear to think of his sorrow.  Her own sadness at leaving him was almost too much for her, she wasn’t able to take on his as well.  She preferred to be selfish in this manner.  The idea of leaving him forever was too difficult.  The doctor advised there were no miracle cures or potions that would cure her.  

Was this the last time she would recover she wondered.  Slowly opening her eyes she leaned up against the tree and wept.  

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/04/13/daily-picture-prompt-117/

Wow, that’s a mouthful, isn’t it?  I find that many so called waiters, waitresses, or clerks in any type of business, even managers, or their assistants, are sometimes lackadaisical.  In fact I rarely go to restaurants, but if I’m in a “sit down” restaurant, I expect to be waited on.  I add, with proficiency and respect.  Not to sound, well I guess I do sound, because I AM one, like a senior citizen, (why do I not care for that term?) but meals out are expensive.  We used to have a 25cent hamburger joint about a half mile from us and that was cheap!  Now that does sound old, and cranky.  Pardon me while I doze off….

Hey, I’m back!  Since we rarely all go out together, we wanted to celebrate my grandson’s soccer goal last week.  First goal for the team this season.  His choice was Guadalajara here in Cheyenne.  It is family owned and staffed.  And when I say they worked, there was not a moment when you were in want for anything.  Their whole family works there.  And the food was delicious with large portions, and as you might have guessed, I’m picky about getting your money’s worth when I’m spending it.  (There’s that cranky oldster again).  I had to box half my meal and enjoyed it the next day.  Just as good, but I was missing the atmosphere and those handsome waiters!😉

Among the more inefficient clerks in stores, one of the most irritating is the “two behind the counter talking to each other and ignoring you” type.  It’s as if you’re interrupting their day, so wait!  Or the ones who completely ignore you because  “you’re permanently seated in a rolling chair so your brain must not work” type.  They look above you to the person who accompanies you as if you’ve lost the ability to speak along with walking.

I’ve been a store clerk, I’ve waited tables for a very short time, but I’ve been on the serving customers end more than a few times.  I know what you’re supposed to do and how to act.  I think sometimes these people haven’t grown up to respect others or were never properly trained in their jobs.  And that’s just being lackadaisical, all the way around, among other things🙄😉

https://rugby843.blog/2017/04/14/L-atozchallenge.wordpress.com/

“I said, Joe, don’t touch that, a lot of good that did!”  Sharon kept talking while Joe just ignored her, as usual.  It was only a story, but I guess she was right.  I shouldn’t have touched it.  Now look at me, encased in stone.  Well, even that doesn’t stop her from talking! He started to laugh, but of course he couldn’t.  How is she still talking when I can’t even laugh?  He started to panic.  What if the curse only affects the one who touches it?  He could barely see but it seemed like he knew what was going on.  

As Joe thought back to the beginning of this trip, he had just gone along with Sharon’s wishes.  She planned each day’s activities, and since he wasn’t keen on traveling in the first place, that was fine with him.  Their relationship had been going downhill for years. This trip was her suggestion for trying to rekindle the feelings of when they first met.  So much for that.  Now here he was, a statue.

Sharon was still talking and he listened as well he could. “Why is it you always make the wrong choice?  Joe, this is all your fault. I warned you not to touch it.  I should have realized you’d do it anyway.  You’re so predictable, just like a little kid.” She kept on scolding him, as if it could change anything.

Joe suddenly realized he was getting more solid.  He could barely hear her, not that it bothered him.  Silence might be preferable after all this time.  I wonder how long this “spell”, if it is one, will last?  He was having trouble listening, was feeling almost sleepy.

Sharon fell forward and the stone casing separated away from her.  She knew this would happen.  It just took longer than she thought.  When she read about the stone’s curse, she finally found a way to rid herself of Joe.  A harmless way, for her anyway.  This curse hadn’t been realized for eons, but she was determined to give it a try.  Research had shown the last time it happened was in the 1600s, but there were rumors and legends of its recurrence. Knowing Joe so well, she almost dared him to touch it, without actually saying it.  Foreseeable, he only thought for a minute before he couldn’t resist doing it. 

She stood up, dusted off the pieces of stone, and smiled to herself.  She almost. . . almost, felt sorry for him. What a site, she thought, and her smile grew larger.

Thursday photo prompt – Enigma #writephoto