55 - St. Patrick's Meh!

Saint Patrick’s Day? 

He could care less. 

Wearing no green, 

he feared no pinch. 

Green beer was of no interest. 

March 17 would come and go 

just like any other day. 

His thoughts on this day 

would be much more focused 

and moment to moment. 

Eat. 

Sleep. 

Take a walk. 

Poop. 

It's a dog’s life.

This is a Flash Fiction Friday 55

hosted by Mr. Knowitall.

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What The Hell Wednesday - Monkey Pillows

How could I resist this story? It has a monkey in it! Nuff said.

Woman goes to court with tiny monkey in bra

AMHERST, Va. - A woman turned a few heads when she walked into a rural Virginia courthouse with a tiny monkey clad in a pink-and-white dress tucked in her bra.

The woman brought the palm-sized marmoset to Amherst County Courthouse on Thursday for a hearing in Juvenile and Domestic Relations Court. Officials apparently didn't notice the monkey until the woman went to an office to complete some paperwork.

The woman said the seven week old marmoset was purchased on line and required constant attention.

The monkey's clothing, however, was specially made.

THIS is exactly why people shouldn't be allowed to buy exotic pets....they try to use their cuteness as an advantage in court. So this woman is in the Juvenile and Domestic Relations Court. Perhaps her story in court was so shaky that she had to have some sort of distraction away from what she was saying. A bit of court obfuscation perhaps.

Ms. Monkey Bra - " So you see, your honor, I did not purposely hit my husband with that frying pan, I was simply flipping a pancake and the pan slipped out of my hands and hit my husband in the head.....thirteen times."

What 'You Honor' heard - "So you see, you honor, blah, blah, blah, (is that a monkey in her bra?) blah, blah, blah, thirteen times."

Then again, maybe Ms. Monkey Bra is very proud of her boobs and just wants to draw attention to them, so she parades around with a marmoset sticking out of her cleavage. Regardless, I am sure Your Honor took one initial look at those cute little monkey eyes and that pink dress and said "What the Hell?"

One Shot - In Memorium - Parade of Love

One year ago today, my Mother passed away after a lingering battle with congenital heart disease. As a tribute to her in the days leading up to her last breath, I wrote the following and posted it the day of her death.

In memory of her, I am re-posting today and sharing with the followers of One Shot Wednesday who have been supportive of my writing. Many thanks to you all.

Parade of Love

A parade of love marched by the sole reclining spectator,
stopping to play music of love and memories.
Only soft groans allowed the parade to know
how appreciated was each and every member
of the march of adoration.
All wanted her breathing in the life they had to give.
All wanted her to rise up and march in the parade
To lead them as she had done for her entire life.
To play with them.
To laugh at their occasional off key performances.
To make palpable the love always given so freely.
To smile and cry with them.
To make each and every one of them feel special and unique.
This was her talent.
This was the ingredient the parade sought
to find to fill the void left by its leader of levity and mirth and love.
The parade wanted what it could no longer have.
Knowing it needed to move on.
Knowing it needed to allow the reclining figure peace.
Knowing it needed to let go.
As the last marcher passed to touch,
to talk,
to say good bye,
the last note was played.

Peggy Lou Fix
August 10, 1930 - March 15, 2010

We love you, Mom.

Sunday 160 - Time Confusion

As his eyes opened, 

he found himself dazed and confused. 

His mind in a thick fog, 

he began searching. 

He knew the hour he lost 

had to be around there somewhere.

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2. Keep on schedule - post Sunday.

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4. Visit at least one other Sunday 160 writer.

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