We continue to mark the steady approach of Christmas with: Scrooged.
I'll admit mine is only tenuously tied to the prompt, but I figure it comes close enough to describing my mood while writing it that it works. Not that there'd be any stopping me, I'm just saying.
We went up to Kat's parents place for dinner tonight and the TV was set to nothing but news coverage, so I ended up feeling rather grumpy.
This could have gotten a lot longer - and remarkably more colourful - but I think the four line limit did us all a favour this week.
Those of you who have been following along with this little blog over the years have by now noticed that I tend to keep my writing pretty PG. This is entirely intentional, as I want to keep the prompts and blog as accessible as possible.
But there are times when swearing simply cannot and should not be avoided, and this to my mind is absolutely one of them.
So, in light of this morning's news conference, I would just like to say: the NRA can go fuck themselves.