Hello darlings, and welcome to Friday…. on Wednesday.
It’s been a hectic couple of days for me, as Monday was a holiday here in the utopia I live in, but apparently the rest of the world kept spinning madly, so I was treated to a forklift full of work yesterday.
As such, I figured I’d better get this in quickly and then do my very best to read the rest of your stories over the next couple of days.
If you’ve just arrived from a parallel dimension where Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has a goatee and is evil, you may not have any idea what this is. The Twitter version is this: Write 100 words based on a photo prompt #goover100wordsandyouloseafinger
Do make sure to re-tweet, darlings, as it’s terribly counter to the spirit of the exercise to just read and ignore.
This week’s photo was provided by David Stewart, a native Canadian living abroad — David, you’ll be happy to know that they are closing Taco Bells by the dozens here in Ontario, anyway — whether due to health code violations or lack of business, I don’t know, but I’d say it’s a win for everyone.
100 words exactamente
“Run to the border, you said,” the Countess Penelope of Arcadia moaned. “Let’s go to Taco Bell, you said.”
Penny was bent over, making unladylike noises, cursing the name of your favourite dilettante, having just lost a taco eating contest to yours truly.
The problem with a taco eating contest, darlings, is that no matter who wins, you both end up losing.
“You know they use Grade F meat, right?” Penny looked at me accusingly. “That’s like — retired circus animals and roadkill.”
“There, there, darling,” I smiled. “No need to be a sore loser. Let’s get you some Pepto.”