Write about something that is: black and blue.
Chopped and hauled my first load of firewood this morning. It's not time to start using our fireplace quite yet but I wanted to get a head start on our stockpile.
This afternoon Kat and I made borscht together, using beets, potatoes, garlic, and onions from our garden. It turned out great and it was really nice to have her in the kitchen with me again.
"Well, that doesn't look very good, does it?"
"No, no... I'd say it's rather appalling, in fact."
"I can't believe she'd leave the house looking like that. Doesn't she own a mirror?"
"To be fair, it's not her fault."
"Oh! Of course not, no. No one is saying that it's her fault."
"But you would hope, wouldn't you, that a friend would tell her how horrible an idea that is."
"Is that it, then? Does she not have any friends?"
"Wouldn't be terribly surprising, would it? With the way she dresses?"
"Uh... hello there! My lady..."
"I'm color blind, you wankers, not deaf!"