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maybe_amanda101) wrote2016-11-17 09:00 pm
maybe_amanda101) wrote2016-11-17 09:00 pm
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NaBloPoMo 2016 - Day 17
Another gorgeous day. Madness. MADNESS!
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I bought a new frying pan today. Oh yeah, that's how I roll, baby. Also, potting soil. I don't plan to use the two together. I will let you know if either lives up to the hype.
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Today's Prompt:
Nov. 17: What is the hardest lesson you’ve learned from having pets?
Aside from the fact that dogs don't live forever (or anything close to forever) the hardest lesson is probably that if you decide to invite a wolf to live in your house, you end up with a WOLF LIVING IN YOUR HOUSE. At best you are the head of your pack; more likely you are a lesser member of your dog's pack. You both have to learn your place. Cesar the Dog Whisperer aside, it's generally a challenge.
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One word prompt: Percolate. Which makes me think of percolators. When I was a kid, the neighbourhood ladies (they were women, but I don't think anyone had told them) would sometimes get together and 'lock' all us kids in the family/rec room and tell us to 'just go play!' and then they'd drink coffee. Lots and lots and lots of coffee. In those dark days, it was percolated - terrible coffee from often dangerous appliances (Plastic!? Really!?) But they were lovely in a way only the ugly things of the 1970's could be, and usually matched the curtains/carpet/fridge/wallpaper.
The smell of unnecessarily strong over boiled coffee always takes me back to those days.
~~~~~
I bought a new frying pan today. Oh yeah, that's how I roll, baby. Also, potting soil. I don't plan to use the two together. I will let you know if either lives up to the hype.
~~~~~
Today's Prompt:
Nov. 17: What is the hardest lesson you’ve learned from having pets?
Aside from the fact that dogs don't live forever (or anything close to forever) the hardest lesson is probably that if you decide to invite a wolf to live in your house, you end up with a WOLF LIVING IN YOUR HOUSE. At best you are the head of your pack; more likely you are a lesser member of your dog's pack. You both have to learn your place. Cesar the Dog Whisperer aside, it's generally a challenge.
~~~~~
One word prompt: Percolate. Which makes me think of percolators. When I was a kid, the neighbourhood ladies (they were women, but I don't think anyone had told them) would sometimes get together and 'lock' all us kids in the family/rec room and tell us to 'just go play!' and then they'd drink coffee. Lots and lots and lots of coffee. In those dark days, it was percolated - terrible coffee from often dangerous appliances (Plastic!? Really!?) But they were lovely in a way only the ugly things of the 1970's could be, and usually matched the curtains/carpet/fridge/wallpaper.
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The smell of unnecessarily strong over boiled coffee always takes me back to those days.