Sometimes I find joy in freaking/grossing out my 10 year old.
Like today, for instance, he comes running down the hall and bursts into the bathroom only to shriek in disgust at the sight of my backside as I am standing naked in front of the mirror waxing facial hair before my shower.
Serves you right, son. Maybe this lesson will stick one of these days and you will remember to knock first!
It’s the little joys in life that get us through the day, am I right?
The Prompt: “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a bat. You can use an association to the winged, cave-dwelling critter, or you can explore the word for other meanings. Bonus points for including a bat cave. Go where the prompt leads.”
*Disclaimer: I in no way condone the killing of people. This was just meant to be a light and humorous take on the prompt.
Want to know something that drives me crazy? I can’t stand when people don’t follow the traditional 5-7-5 of Haiku. When I read one that doesn’t have the correct amount of syllables I have to hold my tongue typing hand and refrain from commenting. I realize that the modern haiku doesn’t have to follow the 17 syllables rule, but I do. I just have to repeat to myself, “Creative license, creative license. It will be ok. Just close the post and walk away.” (and no, I don’t always rhyme to myself…ok… that might be a lie.)