The exercise:
Let's go with: the errand.
The wind was blowing hard here pretty much all day, so it made outside work rather unpleasant. I still managed to get some pictures of the apricot blossoms. I like this one best:
Oh, and did some pruning, yard, and garden work too. Honest.
Mine:
"It's okay, I don't need to bring the list," he'd said on his way out the door. "There's only three things on it. I can remember three things!"
No, apparently, he could not.
Standing in the condiment aisle in the grocery store, a jug of milk in one hand and a bag of apples in the other, James was stumped. What had been the last item on the list? Or was it the second? If only he could picture that scrap of paper, pinned to the fridge by the Mickey Mouse magnet.
"Bread?" he asked the unresponsive jar of crunchy peanut butter that was staring at him from its crowded shelf. "No, there's still three quarters of a loaf on the counter."
He could call and ask, but that would mean admitting defeat. He'd never hear the end of that. Worse, he'd never be allowed out of the house without a list stuffed in his back pocket.
"Tomatoes?" James scowled at the raspberry jam that seemed to be smirking at him. "Oh, what do you know anyway? You're just a stupid jar of jam."
Then, at long last, inspiration struck. He made his way to the checkout and placed his two items on the conveyor belt. While the teenager rang up his items, he grabbed a chocolate bar at random and slid it across to her.
"Just in case," he told her with a smile that only elicited a deepening of her bored expression.
He really should have brought the list.
