The exercise:
Write about: open or shut.
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Thursday October 3rd, 2013
The exercise:
Write about: the opening.
The Canucks opened their 2013-14 season tonight in San Jose with a 4-1 loss. Not an especially encouraging start to things.
But they've got a new head coach for the first time in seven years, as well as a few new faces in the lineup. We shall see if this version of the team ends up doing any better than the previous ones have.
I harvested a bunch of ornamental gourds this afternoon, in the hopes that people are getting ready to decorate for Thanksgiving or fall or even Halloween. Here's one of the crates I plan to bring to this weekend's market:
Mine:
"You want me to do what?" Olivia gave her husband of less than four hours a hard stare, wondering what exactly she had gotten herself into.
"Come on, baby!" Bruce offered her his best grin and two upturned palms. "I thought you were open to exploring new things and having exciting new adventures with me!"
"Sure, with you. Not with you and my maid of honour!"
"I don't think you're looking at this from the right perspective, sugar. You've got to -"
And then Bruce was cut short by an opening of a different sort: his wife's open hand meeting the side of his face with enough force to rattle a few teeth loose.
Write about: the opening.
The Canucks opened their 2013-14 season tonight in San Jose with a 4-1 loss. Not an especially encouraging start to things.
But they've got a new head coach for the first time in seven years, as well as a few new faces in the lineup. We shall see if this version of the team ends up doing any better than the previous ones have.
I harvested a bunch of ornamental gourds this afternoon, in the hopes that people are getting ready to decorate for Thanksgiving or fall or even Halloween. Here's one of the crates I plan to bring to this weekend's market:
Mine:
"You want me to do what?" Olivia gave her husband of less than four hours a hard stare, wondering what exactly she had gotten herself into.
"Come on, baby!" Bruce offered her his best grin and two upturned palms. "I thought you were open to exploring new things and having exciting new adventures with me!"
"Sure, with you. Not with you and my maid of honour!"
"I don't think you're looking at this from the right perspective, sugar. You've got to -"
And then Bruce was cut short by an opening of a different sort: his wife's open hand meeting the side of his face with enough force to rattle a few teeth loose.
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