The exercise:
Write about: grooming.
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Showing posts with label Grooming Prompt. Show all posts
Wednesday September 26th, 2012
The exercise:
Write about: grooming/groomed/groomers. Any one of those, whichever catches your imagination.
Kat and I decided to spend the day focusing on having fun with each other, rather than on the imminent arrival of our baby. Sort of a final date day when it's just the two of us, though it was so much fun that I'm not convinced it will be the last one.
We went for a short walk this morning on a trail we'd seen signs for many times but had never actually been on, then had lunch at a winery restaurant we hadn't had a chance to try yet. After making pancakes for dinner we watched a movie on Netflix and called it a night.
Tomorrow we're back to baby business but it was definitely good to take a break from it.
Mine:
Tyler closed his front door behind his departing guest and allowed exhaustion to pin him against the nearest wall. He'd been convinced that he was up to the challenge, but after just three evenings on his latest job he was ready to give up.
It's not that he wasn't qualified for the work he'd agreed to do. He had triple the experience the classified ad had been asking for and a degree from a more respected school than his employer could have reasonably hoped for.
But this... he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.
The paycheck. He had to focus on the paycheck. If he made it to the end of the month he'd be debt-free; a week or two beyond that and he might actually be able to afford a birthday present for his girlfriend.
He pushed off the wall with a groan, aware that if he remained there much longer he'd be woken by the sunrise and spend the next day working a monstrous crick out of his neck. That would only make work even more difficult than it already was.
Tyler's last thought as he collapsed into bed, just before sleep stole him away for a few hours of sweet relief, was to wonder whether any man could hope to maintain his sanity while grooming a four-year-old girl to be the next president of the United States.
Write about: grooming/groomed/groomers. Any one of those, whichever catches your imagination.
Kat and I decided to spend the day focusing on having fun with each other, rather than on the imminent arrival of our baby. Sort of a final date day when it's just the two of us, though it was so much fun that I'm not convinced it will be the last one.
We went for a short walk this morning on a trail we'd seen signs for many times but had never actually been on, then had lunch at a winery restaurant we hadn't had a chance to try yet. After making pancakes for dinner we watched a movie on Netflix and called it a night.
Tomorrow we're back to baby business but it was definitely good to take a break from it.
Mine:
Tyler closed his front door behind his departing guest and allowed exhaustion to pin him against the nearest wall. He'd been convinced that he was up to the challenge, but after just three evenings on his latest job he was ready to give up.
It's not that he wasn't qualified for the work he'd agreed to do. He had triple the experience the classified ad had been asking for and a degree from a more respected school than his employer could have reasonably hoped for.
But this... he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.
The paycheck. He had to focus on the paycheck. If he made it to the end of the month he'd be debt-free; a week or two beyond that and he might actually be able to afford a birthday present for his girlfriend.
He pushed off the wall with a groan, aware that if he remained there much longer he'd be woken by the sunrise and spend the next day working a monstrous crick out of his neck. That would only make work even more difficult than it already was.
Tyler's last thought as he collapsed into bed, just before sleep stole him away for a few hours of sweet relief, was to wonder whether any man could hope to maintain his sanity while grooming a four-year-old girl to be the next president of the United States.
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