Saturday Wordzzle Challenge: Week 81

This is week 81 of the Saturday Wordzzle challenge. Anyone new to the process can refer back here to find out how it works. Thanks again to Argent for this week's words. I'm so tired after the bathroom process that I almost didn't participate this week, but how could I not participate when someone else came up with the words? These were harder than I thought they would be. Whew! Anyone else who wants to volunteer words, please do.

The words for this week's ten word challenge were: dangerous, engine, sullenly, bespoke, evergreen, bauble, medicine, freight, destined, tinsel And for the mini: carbon, feelers, outright, ballet, fizzing

10 Word:

"I prefer baubles to tinsel on my Christmas tree and I prefer a real evergreen to those plastic things, especially those pink ones," Barbra Jane announced rather sullenly. "How can anyone have a PINK Christmas tree? It makes no sense to me she. It bespeaks a dangerous lack of taste. The smell of a real tree is like medicine for the soul. A plastic tree could scar my son for life, especially a pink one. We will NOT have a pink tree. We will not. I don't care if your mother the decorator had it air-freighted to us at great personal cost. It's hideous. I'll compromise on the pink engine on the toy trains, but no way... not the tree. You're married to me, not your mother and this is OUR first Christmas with the Freddie, Jr. in our new house." Fred, who agreed with his wife about pink trees shook his head sadly. I know, baby. I agree. But let me warn you, that when Mother gets here, it is not going to be a Merry Christmas. She will make your life miserable." Barbra Jane smiled at her husband. "That's ok, honey. She would do that anyway. This way, I still get my tree." "I love you, babe," Fred whispered, kissing her on the cheek, "and I admire your courage."



The mini:


Martin had always had an outright hatred of ballet until he had his daughter. Now seeing her in her little black and yellow tutu, feelers bobbing atop her head, he thought ballet to be the most wonderful art ever created. She was a tiny carbon copy of her mother and that made her even more miraculous to him. He was briefly distracted by the fizzing noise from his cell phone. He had told them not to bother him unless it was a life and death emergency. Luckily the photographer he had hired to record today's event would capture the remainder of his daughter's performance. Not the same as seeing it live, but better than nothing. Some days he hated being a surgeon.



The maxi:


"That's an outright lie!" Jonathan shouted, his voice positively fizzing with outrage. "How can you accuse me of such a thing?" he continued sullenly. The look his wife was giving him bespoke volumes of anger and distrust. It was dangerous and he felt his head roaring with a headache that felt like the sound of a freight engine at full throttle. He was destined for divorce court unless he came up with an explanation quickly. But first he needed headache medicine. "Where the hell is the Asprin," he muttered. She handed him the bottle without speaking. If looks could kill, he'd have had more than a headache. "Pretty dress... looks like tinsel only prettier" he said as the throbbing in his skull began to subside, "did I give you that bauble? I don't remember it. You going to the ballet or something," he stumbled on... slowly realizing that the aforementioned bauble did in fact have a familiar look to it. He had bought it for Janet two weeks ago. His wife's eyed him like a giant bug, feelers probing the air, sensing her prey's confused panic. "Evergreen Jewelers of Carbon City called," she said at last. His headache roared back full steam. "I... uh... was going to surprise you," he stuttered feebly. "Nice try," she laughed, handing him his suitcase. "My lawyer will call you in the morning."

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Next Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: Tibetan sky, symbols, won’t you come home Bill Baily, shadow figures, brain cortex, practice makes perfect, life, start of school, lavender, chow down

And for the mini: mental hospital, falling leaves, apple cider, packing crates, clues

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