I wouldn't be caught DEAD...
I'm spicing things up on the blog! Not really, just doing some fun writing. Prompt time! Or maybe a semi meme... you decide. No tagging allowed. As it just makes the rest of the blogging world feel bad if you don't pick them.
Describe six things you'll never be caught doing. [Oh and if you feel like sharing, feel free to comment, to link, to whatever]
1. Drinking diet soda. It just tastes icky. I've tried, numerous times. It'd help with my waistline and terrible will-power for the carbonated syrup. But no. It's just plain icky. So, I'm a regular gal to the core.
2. Wearing pig tails (even if my hair was long enough). I'm over 30 people. And if you've lived long enough to remember when gas was under $2/gallon--you shouldn't put your hair in pig tails. Ever.
3. Having sex in an airplane bathroom. I don't get the appeal. Or how it can be considered "romantic" or "daring." The whole damn plane will know what you are doing, especially since those things are smaller than the smallest closet known to man. Just not my thing.
4. Wearing skinny pants. Because quite frankly, they weren't designed to fit my hips. EVER. Even when I was a teeny tiny thing in middle school.
5. Berating my children. Never. Ever. Ever. They are children right? And even as adults, berating is never good. Discussion and conversation is.
6. Performing door-to-door sales. Do I need to say more? Not only do they show up at my door at the most in-opportune times ( just as I am getting out of the shower today. Which not only has me dripping wet, but wakes my baby, and spazzes out my dog. And then they keep ringing the bell, since you know, they can see me scampering around in a towel) but who ever buys anything?
*I've taken to using writing prompts every now and again to keep these posts a little less stagnant. And since this place at least gives me creative (if not zany) prompts, I figured I'd stay with it for now.
Describe six things you'll never be caught doing. [Oh and if you feel like sharing, feel free to comment, to link, to whatever]
1. Drinking diet soda. It just tastes icky. I've tried, numerous times. It'd help with my waistline and terrible will-power for the carbonated syrup. But no. It's just plain icky. So, I'm a regular gal to the core.
2. Wearing pig tails (even if my hair was long enough). I'm over 30 people. And if you've lived long enough to remember when gas was under $2/gallon--you shouldn't put your hair in pig tails. Ever.
3. Having sex in an airplane bathroom. I don't get the appeal. Or how it can be considered "romantic" or "daring." The whole damn plane will know what you are doing, especially since those things are smaller than the smallest closet known to man. Just not my thing.
4. Wearing skinny pants. Because quite frankly, they weren't designed to fit my hips. EVER. Even when I was a teeny tiny thing in middle school.
5. Berating my children. Never. Ever. Ever. They are children right? And even as adults, berating is never good. Discussion and conversation is.
6. Performing door-to-door sales. Do I need to say more? Not only do they show up at my door at the most in-opportune times ( just as I am getting out of the shower today. Which not only has me dripping wet, but wakes my baby, and spazzes out my dog. And then they keep ringing the bell, since you know, they can see me scampering around in a towel) but who ever buys anything?
*I've taken to using writing prompts every now and again to keep these posts a little less stagnant. And since this place at least gives me creative (if not zany) prompts, I figured I'd stay with it for now.
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