The Discover One Word Prompts are officially over, but there’s light at the end of the tunnel. I will participate in Jibber Jabber prompts.
This is post 100!!! Woohoo!
Today I bought steak from Joey’s – medium-rare. They sent well-done – there wasn’t a trace of pink. I couldn’t even bite into it. Well-done shouldn’t be an option. I don’t know how anyone can eat a well-done steak. Someone who likes their steak well-done will say the same about me – but that’s because they’ve never had a medium to medium-rare steak. Once you go pink, you cannot think. LOL.
I only bought the food because I wanted a bottle of wine – I was being lazy today, plus it was raining. I didn’t want to go outside. I’m dreaming of buying a new iPad.
I showed my boss the diagram I came up with so far – He likes it. I have to go through the sales deck and incorporate any missing info. I remember watching 1000 Ways to Die on Spike TV. Are they even around anymore? I loved that show at first. Then they started making the folks that died seem dumb – and because of that, they deserved what they got.
My favourite, before they started making fun of people, was the lady that wanted to lose weight. She tried everything – then one night while surfing, or watching late-night infomercials, she saw an ad on the new tapeworm weight-loss craze. She bought the tapeworm larvae. Ingested it, and within a few weeks, she saw the results. Only problem was the weight kept coming off. Then she died – apparently, the worms busted out of her gut and attached themselves to her vital organs.
André keeps coming in my room and flexing in my mirror – grunting and talking about how ripped he is. “Why do you have to use my mirror?”
“Cause it makes my muscles look better.” He continues flexing and grunting. Meanwhile, I’m trying to finish my journal.
“Mom! Look in the mirror. Look.” Jesus. I don’t want to see how ripped you are. I don’t care. Just get out of my room, I want to finish my journal in peace. I get up, and I look.
“I don’t see the difference. That means you can use any mirror in the house.”
“Really!?” He leaves. Thank God!
I met a math teacher.
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