Even scouring the archives didn’t help this morning, when I desperately hoped I’d come up with something good last year, or even the one before.
Nope! I did find one from last year, but it literally had about a sentence and a half worth of explanation regarding the word Grace. Honestly, it wasn’t worth the copy and paste effort.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I love many different words, and readily use them on a daily basis. Asking a person to pick only a single favorite word is similar to asking a child to pick just one candy from the dish… and, I think that’s rather mean.
While I won’t be answering today’s prompt, I will be leaving cookies…
Why? Because I don’t want to fail this class, that’s why! Missing assignments are quite bothersome. Oh, come on… at least give me an E for Effort!
Eustace hadn’t been expecting the mandatory vaccine’s he’d been forced to undergo, once back in the office. It was in the fine print of his employee contract, which he never bothered to read. Do any of us actually read all that stuff we have to sign, just to get a job?
By the look on his face, I’m guessing he’s wishing he had read his own paperwork…
Does WordPress assume that we only answer the prompts in the evening? Or are the asking us to look 8 to 10 hours into the near future, for a heart stopping, life altering, and completely uninteresting plan?
While the prompt might have been better received, if they’d asked what I did last evening, it still would have been just as boring, and uneventful… sorry.
Now, had the prompt rolodex been more attentive, it might have asked what I did yesterday. That way I already know the data needed to satisfy your inquiring minds. Come on, admit it! You simply must know what goes on in the daily life of an average overthinking, overimaginative, far too chatty Cathy!
In an effort to satisfy that overly curious itch that WordPress wants scratched, here come the goods…
I fully intend to do a bit of eating, but it has to be done by 5 pm, so my evening starts earlier than some. After dinner, there’s dishes to be washed, and then it’s off to take a shower. Hang on, cause I’m just warming up! Then there’s a cup of tea, evening meds, evening gaming, and evening binge watching of my current favorite DIY videos………. whew! I did it! Wasn’t that just a barrel of monkey fun, but hey… they asked, right?
This is how we should all be spending our Saturdays. Cats have perfected this behavior, leading me to try it out, myself… minus the belly rubs, that is!
Have a purrrrrrfect Saturday, all!
P.S. If you want to include the belly rubs in your Saturday routine, it’s all right. I won’t say anything, I promise!
Actually, this behavior also aids in relaxing your canine’s, as well…
There are actually two differing sleeps that bring us rest. The sleeping sleeping, and the wakeful sleeping… the kind when your eyes are open. You know? Most would probably recognize this better, if I were to say daydreaming instead of sleeping with your eyes open. A very boring prompt title, if you ask me!
My dreaming could derive from my own imagination, or sometimes, from a book I’ve read, or even a really great movie. The point is, when I’m wanting to relax, I like to let my mind wander to wonderful and dreamy places that are devoid of humanities normal nastiness!
Don’t blame me for checking out sometimes, but real life can be truly unfun at times, so what’s a girl gonna do?
Besides, that’s where most of my best cookies come from… and I haven’t heard any complaints so far, so I must be doing something right…
Today must be one of the laziest days we’ve had in quite some time. Honestly, I didn’t realize how good it would be to get back to the barnyard. There isn’t much better of a feeling than sleeping in your own bed, after a long time away from home.
Eustace was invited to a company retreat, so I’m not exactly sure what he’s doing, just this moment, but I can hear snores coming from the porch, the barn, and my upstairs bedroom. It seems that everyone around here is sleeping in, this lovely Friday morning. Everyone, that is, aside from myself.
While I might not be able to enjoy coffee anymore, I still love to sit in the still of the morning, with a good cup of tea. It’s so quiet, aside from the wind in the trees or the occasional birdsong floating across the meadow.
Well, I should say that it’s usually very quiet. As for this morning, it’s a fair bit away from being the normal serene calm that I’m used to experiencing. Funnily enough, I’m not bothered in the least from all the snorts, mumbles, and growls calling to me from every corner of the barnyard. In fact, I find it rather comforting, like a warm blanket on a winters day.
Snoring babes means happy babes, as far as I’m concerned. Life at sea has it’s benefits, but when it comes to rack-time aboard a massive ship on the water… well, you never know if you’ll wake up in your bunk, or on the floor, what with rough waters and high winds!
Take Osrig, for instance. He barely came out from under my bed while on the ship, but now that we’re home, he rarely comes in the house. His favorite spot for napping is just outside the kitchen window, on the porch…
Honestly, I don’t know that we’ve ever seen him so happy and relaxed.
Speaking of seeing someone happy, oh my goodness, you should see miss Tilly! Well, you can’t actually see her, right this second. She woke up when I did, begging me to help her pack a basket of fruit for young Henry, and his family. She left straight-away, headed for the river where the two lovebirds often meet. I don’t suspect she’ll be back til this evening…
Ahhhh, young love! Something tells me that she will be spending a great deal of time with her sweetheart’s family, which I am glad for. Tilly has grown up right before our eyes, and in such a short time, it seems. Besides, Henry spends a lot of time here with us, as well. I’m thinking of inviting them all for Thanksgiving dinner. There’ll already be an army of ants, from Lilly’s kin, and Squagon has invited family members from both his Acorn and Pinion Valley clans. The more the merrier, I always say!
Well, my tea has gone cold, and my tummy is shouting “Oatmeal… Oatmeal… Oatmeal!” I best get busy making breakfast.
Oh, yeah… and it’s FRIDAY, everyone! Have a blessed weekend… hugs
The only birds I use regularly would be chickens, but if I had to do it, I suppose I could send them on vacation, or something.
Oh, wait! I am so sorry! They asked for a word, not a bird… my bad! If I can’t even manage to read the question correctly, I don’t think it’s wise to ask if I can give up one of my regular words. Just sayin…
Journey With Me! 