Our wonderful hostess with the mostess this week is Mommy Wizdom, and here is her assignment:
So, this is the assignment:
Themes to choose from:
A visit by your mother in law
Bedtime Stories
Raising a Teenager
The words: Ostrich, goosebumps, magazines, soup, cats, lethargic, noodles, tequila, doorknob, biscuit
Wild card words: prehistoric, Jedi Knight, cactus, periscope, humor
Your job is to write a story (true or made-up), poem, song, letter... whatever strikes you ABOUT one of the three themes. You must INCLUDE all 10 words. Wild cards words may be used in addition to or in place of the main 10 words.
Jose and My Mother In Law, a night to remember, or forget
It was a cold and stormy day. Our heater was broken and my body was covered in goosebumps. I decided to make chicken noodles soup in an attempt to warm myself. While the soup was simmering I put a batch of biscuits in the oven hoping the heat of the oven would warm the room a bit. After all that domestic work I was feeling a bit lethargic so sat on the couch and started reading magazines. I was still feeling a bit chilled and I had the wonderful idea that a shot of tequila would be an excellent idea. Fortunately the bottle and shot glass were on the table next to the couch so I didn't have to leave my cocoon of blankets. My cats jumped on my lap and were keeping my lap warm while the tequila was warming my insides. I am not quite sure how many shots I had when I saw the doorknob turn. In my befuddled state I envisioned Jedi Knight entering my domain for a shot of tequila. Much to my surprise it was not Jedi Knight but my Mother In Law. I immediately wanted to morph into an ostrich and bury my head in my mound of blankets. Unfortunately I was too late, she spotted me. She pointed her prehistoric looking finger at me and demanded to know what I was doing. I meekly waved my arm towards the kitchen where the soup was bubbling over and the biscuits were smoking from the oven. Just how many shots did I have?, I wondered. She was shaking with controlled mirth and immediately turned down the burner under the soup, put the burning biscuits in the sink, and waved a towel under the smoke alarm to stop its incessant bleating. She then joined me on the couch and together we entertained Jose Cuevo. It was an evening to remember, if only I could.
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