I'm running very late and having an AWFUL time with Blogger. I think it's got something to do with the way I copy, cut and paste to set up the weekly wordzzles. For the past few week's I've been having an awful time with blogger just saving and saving and saving constantly so I'm going to try a new system but it's late and I need a nap, so I'll post my own stuff later and for now, just leave Mr. Linky here so anyone who ISN'T late can sign in without having to wait until I show up with my own wordzzles. I'm just too frustrated at the moment to keep going and I've had three 4 am nights trying to give Tara her medicine. I think a nap followed by some supper might help my patience and my brain function. Hopefully I'll post something by 10 or 11 or so.
Ok... I got something done... It's just short of 11:00. I must be feeling romantic today. All very mushy stuff. Not good, but mushy.
This week's words are: Cleopatra, Saturday, perfume, suicide, guaranteed satisfaction, germs, stop in the name of love, Swiss cheese, cheap, luggage and for the mini: gratitude, shadows, sufferin' succotash*, flattery, piglet
* if I had been accurate, this would have been thufferin thuccotash. It's from the Sylvester cartoons.
Feel free to change it, if you wish.
"Thufferin thuccotash," Molly said, blushing with shy pleasure and gratitude. "You might not be so kind if we weren't standing in the shadows, but I am a piglet for flattery, so keep it coming." Michael beamed and replied, "Glady, my dear, handing her the daisy he had been holding behind he back.
Molly Saturday felt like she had Swiss cheese for brains. She felt borderline suicidal. It was her wedding day and she should have been happy and excited, but the event was shadowed by her insecurity. How could he possibly love her? Her? The girl who's childhood nickname had been "Germ," not Sugar or Pumpkin or... Even Piglet would have been a better name. Pigs are cute. Germs aren't. Yet he looked at her with different eyes than everyone else. He was attentive and lavished her with flattery and compliments. "Thufferin Thoccotash," he would whisper, recalling their first meeting, "I do adore you, Molly girl. You are awesome. No more hiding in the shadows for you, my beauty." And he was handsome and smart, had always been popular. How could he want a life with her - clutsy, unchic, un.... everything. She looked down at the cheap luggage, took a whiff of the perfume that the sales girl had said would "guarantee satisfaction," and thought to herself "satisfaction for who? Skunks?" It should have been called "Stop in the name of Love, " not Cleopatra. Then there was this dress. It was a nightmare. She was such a mess. She thought she loved him, but what if it was just gratitude because he was kind, because he loved her. What if she ruined his life? But then the door opened and her future husband walked in (he was not superstitious) and she felt her heart burst open with joy and love. It was going to be ok. "I love you," she whispered, at which he smiled and handed her a daisy. "Let's get married, Molly girl, before you change your mind."
Cleopatra Saturday (her stage name) sat on her cheap luggage at the airport and feeling depressed and defeated. She looked at the Ham and Swiss Cheese sandwich she had bought with her last $3 and thought it looked stale and like it must be riddled with germs. Eating it might be a form of slow suicide, she thought, but she was so hungry, she had to risk it. The flyer that had brought her to the singing school had said, "Satisfaction guaranteed," but all she had learned after spending her life's savings was a campy version of "Stop in the Name of Love." They had taken her money and then told her she could continue if she was willing to sell their horrendous smelling perfume. She had enough pride left not to let them take further advantage and now she was heading home, humiliated to face her family's ridicule. She sighed and was about to take a bite of potential death, when a rich, deep voice stopped her. "That sandwich looks lethal. "I'm looking for extras for a movie I'm doing and your look is perfect for the part.... we have an all you can eat catering table and we pay pretty well, so you have nothing to lose. Here's my card." Something in his voice made her trust him and despite all her training, she agreed. That was how she got discovered. Better even than being found at a lunch counter, she thought. And here she sat two years later, married to that voice, newly pregnant and about to star in her first feature film. Life was good.
Words for next week's 10-word challenge are: ear phones, sleeping, honest to goodness, lawn mower, cinnamon, matches, antibiotics, congregation, flower pot, cheese
And for the mini: eeeeek a mouse!, span, spurn, choose me, geese
Thank you for playing! Newcomers can check here for some guidelines (and they are only guidelines, not rules) to make the process more fun.
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