The Pyrenees---Southern France

The Pyrenees---Southern France

Friday, May 9, 2014

Checklists--Doin' Them Sioux-Style

My manuscript--it's been read by the four other WWWPs so far,
plus Smeagol the cat (who chewed on the corners and found it not as delectable as it should be).

         Aaah, checklists. They're ever so helpful, especially when you can accomplish lots of items on the list and you get the satisfaction of checking them off.



         Check. It feels so good.

         But what happens when a checklist goes awry. What happens when the checker is a little delusional? Worst of all, what happens when the person with the checklist is Sioux?


        Check out my guest post at The Muffin this week, to find out all the mayhem that happened when I created a checklist.

        And, it might not be too late to get your tickets for the St. Louis Listen to Your Mother show. There's live jazz music, shopping (a tractor trailer "thrift store" set up in front of the building) and lots of reasons to laugh (and cry). If you're free on Saturday (10:00 or 2:00) go here so you can celebrate Mother's Day with us early.


Monday, May 5, 2014

Help! Please!

         Recently I killed my black Crocs. Cause of death: scissors. I cut them up in a fancy shoe store, with my daughter, granddaughter and my friend--all shoe lovers--as witnesses. They cheered and high-fived each other. I sobbed (silently, to myself).

       But I still have my tan pair. They are--as a blogging friend smirked, "well loved." They are still croc-ing along.

        However, I think the tan Crocs are aware of the violent act I committed against their darker friends. Perhaps they were shaking and quaking in their rubberness, afraid I might do the same thing to them? Maybe they let themselves get lured away from the safe confines of my home?

       I thought my tan Crocs were secure in my bedroom, until I saw this picture. Lisa Ricard Claro, a writing friend, alerted me to this horrible situation.

       A crocodile got my Croc-ie.   (Imagine I am Meryl Streep, distraught, in the wilds of Australia, as I say this.)

            To see this horrible, gruesome sight, go here. But beware--you might get ill over what you are about to see.


          Now, if you survived seeing that, what is the funniest animal story you have to tell? I need to laugh, to recover from that scare.