This is wrong, but so funny.
Baby Gag Beer Bottles for your little drinker.
These are great!! I especially like the Super Obama one. Someone buy me one?
Here’s your plot for Storytime Saturday:
A child’s imaginary friend becomes real
As always, don’t make the story too long and check back here Saturday for my story and to post your own. Have fun and I can’t wait to read your stories.
The Prompts:
1.) Describe your significant other’s most attractive quality (on the inside).
2.) Tell about a time you stole something.
3.) Choose a poem you like. Take the last line and use it as the first line of your own poem. (creativewritingprompts.com)
4.) Write about a scary encounter with one of your old professors.
I guess I’ll go with number 1, since I haven’t stolen anything, can’t think of a poem right now that has a good last line, and haven’t had any scary experiences with an old professor. Here goes:
It’s hard to pick Hubby’s most attractive feature. He’s very smart – sometimes too smart for me. There are times he starts talking about something and I just have no clue, so I just smile and nod. And he funny. Granted, sometimes it’s the humor of a 13 year old, but, it’s still funny. And he’s fun. He’s definitely a free spirit who doesn’t really care what other people think. Very independent and confident. The exact opposite of me in that regard. He also wants to somehow make a difference in this world, make his mark somehow. It’s a trait I hope Princess gets. I also hope she gets his anti-materialistic streak.
For me, I think his best quality is his supportiveness. He keeps me sane and believes in me even when I don’t believe in myself (I am low self-esteem girl, always beating myself up). He tells me I’m a good mom and that I’m pretty (ha, take that, Mama Kat) and basically just keeps my confidence up and keeps me from going into a funk.
So, that’s Hubby for ya. To check out what other people wrote, stop by Mama Kat’s place:
And don’t forget to look at the plot for this week’s Storytime Saturday!
Today’s word is:
confabulation • \kun-fab-yuh-LAY-shun\ • noun
1 : familiar talk or conversation
2 : a filling in of gaps in memory by fabrication
When Princess is older and starts asking about my childhood, I will probably have to resort to confabulation in my stories, not because I want to make my childhood seem grander and more exciting, but simply because I can’t remember. I have a horrible memory. And then there are those trips or events where you’re not really sure if it’s a memory or if you’ve just seen enough pictures and heard the story from someone else so many times it just seems like a memory. For instance, when I was very little, the house we lived on was up on a hill with a steep driveway. The schoolbus picked me up at the bottom of the hill. When it got icy, I kept slipping and my brothers (they were teenagers then) would have to help me down. I don’t know if this is an actual memory or if I’ve just heard it told so many times it seems like one. Do you have any recollections like this?
This is a pretty neat site with various independent games on it. Some look pretty neat and there’s a wide range of type, number of players and who it’s geared towards. If you play any, leave me a comment.
Great Apes and Other Primates – National Zoo| FONZ.
I gotta go see the baby gorilla. How cute is that?0