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Posted on Monday, February 10 2003 at 08:14:21 AM by TreeSprite
Snow Day!

08:14:21 AM
I think I don't like snow. Snow makes it so the kids get to stay home from school. It's funny you know... I miss them at the beginning of the school year because they aren't home anymore. Later when I've gotten used to them being gone I'd rather they weren't here at all. Having them home when they aren't supposed to be really puts a kink in my plans.

Not that I wouldn't have had at least one of them home anyway. My daughter is sick. The poor child is miserable too. She has a sore throat, her ears and nose are stuffy, and she has been barfing. I was going to take her to the doctors today, but the weather stinks. I'm not sure taking an hour drive to Evansville is a good idea. Right now I'm waiting for nine to roll around so I can call the pediatrician's office. I'm hoping the doctor will say he can call something in to the pharmacy in town for her.

In other news...

Hee hee! I had the strangest dream this morning! It was honestly hilarious! It was a dream about a woman who ends up in the nursing home at the same time as her mother. If they weren't pestering each other, they were busy bothering the men in the home, or making pains for the nursing staff. I'm holding this over for a short story idea. I've made some notes so I won't forget. I hope I can get some more material for it that will make it believable soon because quite frankly I woke up laughing my butt off!

Two women are sitting on a park bench out in the garden area of the local nursing home. Both women are knitting and a basket of yarn is between them. It's a bright spring day and across the way several other residents are playing croquet...

"Oh, look over there at that one! Hasn't he got the nicest ass you've seen in a while?"

"Mother I wish you'd stop that. It's embarrassing the way you talk. Don't you have any sense of decency?"

"Daughter, decency is the last thing on my mind right now!"

"I realize that, but do you have to be so obvious?"

"Yes I do, you know that if you don't hit them on the head they never notice you. Will you just look at that? The curve of those buttocks is just luscious!"

"Whatever you say mother."

"Do you know that you are just shit for company? All I'm asking you to do is look! You can't see him can you? Go on, just admit it, you can't see him!"

"You are one to talk! You go and marry a man with inferior genes, and you're sitting there haranguing me because I can't see as far as you can! Well let me tell you this, if its that skinny old fart Frank Billingsworth you are talking about then I don't know what you are going on about anyway! I've seen that man close up and he hasn't got a behind at all... unless you count the extra skin that sags behind him where his ass used to be!"

Has anyone who reads here ever had a dream that prompted you to write a short story, or a poem?

Music: (Soundtrack) Lady Marmalade - Christina Aguilara, Lil' Kim, Mya, & Pink - Lady Marmalade