wilson’s busy day

Meet Wilson. I won him in a raffle at my favorite karaoke bar. Since we met, he and I have been inseparable. See? Normally Wilson lives on my dashboard. He has asked for some double sided sticky tape so that he doesn’t fly off quite so easily, especially when I go racing around tight corners…

lfb: the good life

It’s not that bad, my life. Not really. I mean, most days I get at least an hour or two chillin’ out in my cradle, blissin’ out to the charge, you know? Just kinda gettin’ high on life, I guess you could say. I don’t really get many days where I sit there all day,…

lfb: morning melodrama

“What a beautiful morning,” Bonnie said with a sigh as she seated herself at the table in the breakfast nook across from her husband. “Mmmhmm,” His nose was buried in the newspaper, as usual, his coffee cup steaming at his elbow and a cigarette smoldering in the ashtray in front of him. Bonnie’s gaze wandered…

lfb: blah

BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! A hand, finally fumbling from beneath a mound of blankets, groped around on the nightstand until it located the blaring alarm clock. Several tries later, the alarm clock was silenced, and the room regained its early-morning stillness. Forty minutes later, the silence was again…

lfb: broken record

“Dani! Dani! Turn on the TV, you will never guess what’s on!” Half asleep, Dani scrubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand as she tried to make sense of what Becky was telling her. “Television? What? What time is it?” “I don’t know, why does that matter? Hurry! Channel eleven!” Groping on…

lfb: would thee like my bowthe?

LFB. There’s Nothing Like It. This week: A fairy tale involving a witch and a talking cat. Include a jar of marmalade and a bottle of sake. The Previous Adventures of Mouse and Rockefeller “Mouthe! Mouthe!” “What, you stupid, mangy, flea-bitten mutt?” It was obvious that Mouse was not pleased with her erstwhile companion. She…

lfb: mama mia!

This weeks’ topic was to write about a birth, from the opposite gender’s point of view. Good luck to all the auditioners!   “Mark? Mark! Wake up!” I could barely make sense of her words as I slowly surfaced from a very pleasant dream involving Margie, three cans of whipped cream, and a jar of…

lfb: minnie the mouse

Minerva was nervous. She stretched her lips wide, trying to get the lipstick on without smearing it halfway to her ear. Finished, she leaned back and inspected the results. Doable. She supposed. Now she just needed to do something about her hair. At least she still had it, she encouraged herself. She didn’t know why…