In the meantime, this award comes with fun rules.
First you must thank the giver: That one is easy. Thank you Marie. I owe you more than thanks for this, too, as you have sincerely saved me from the blogging dilemma of the century. But I’ll unveil that surprise on its own day.… Read the rest
Yearly Archives: 2012
I’ve already gotten some good ideas from a couple of different people. One person pointed out that people visit Jester Queen for content anyway (which I considered a huge compliment) and I might consider going with a minimalist theme that didn’t rely on graphics. So, I sincerely want to know how you respond to the new (potential) design.… Read the rest
In the city, we have to make due with what’s on hand.
But we’re resourceful.
Rest assured, wherever we grow, the bones get buried, carefully hidden and covered.
I love this dog. He drives me nuts. He’s clingy, he thinks he’s MY dog, and he licks his paws and tick-tacks down the hall too loudly. But seriously. Every day, he buries a new bone in Caroline’s Dora couch. And always with the same sense of relief and satisfaction. … Read the rest
Darcy stumped past her mother into the kitchen.
“You’re a teacher! You’re a role model now!.”
Darcy found a bowl, poured cereal and milk, then sat down opposite her father and took the top section of The City Star off the table between them. “Doesn’t seem like your business,” she finally said.
“What would your principal say if he found out?”
Darcy folded her newspaper back to the comics section. “OK, then. Let’s think about this another way, Mom. If you don’t want to see your daughter stripping, then don’t go in the club.”
This week, Velvet Verbosity wants to see a spectacle.… Read the rest
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I just took some chocolate chip cookies to the neighbor’s house. Normally, I do that to express sympathy. I eat for comfort. Surely you do, as well. But today, I was saying, “Thank you.” We barely know these neighbors, a married couple with teen kids. In the three years we’ve lived here, we’ve exchanged maybe thirty words.… Read the rest
Mama cat accepted the mackerel, but she did not purr for the wizard as she did for his apprentice Ehna and the girl Vee. The wizard went on. “The problem is that I need that demon. I must find a way to control him without driving him back again.”… Read the rest
As you know, Fudge died a couple of weeks ago at the age of eleven, and we’ve been dogless since. … Read the rest
The editors at Trifecta have given us a photo prompt this weekend. We are responding to a picture of a man carrying a shit-ton of luggage through some kind of a terminal, and for me, the central question is “Why does he have a carseat?“
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Julie would have met him at the airport. Brian could have turned around and been on the next flight. But it eased things for all of them if he took one extra day to say goodbye. Macy’s carseat thumped every time he swung his arms. But by bringing it to use in the rental, he held onto her fruit candy scent a little while longer after he went back home.… Read the rest
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