Stefers the Great and the Horrible, Awful, No Good, Very Bad Sniffles

So sorry that I have been remiss in my posting duties. Not only did my life go absolutely crazy with business this past week, but I also got sick and have been trying to quell the person who has decided to open the faucet attached to my nose on at full strength. Post nasal drip is a bitch, guys.

At any rate, my fever has now broken, and I'm feelind well enough to post the winners for this past week's Make It Up Monday!

Belle wrote...

Mr. Lee's wife started menopause six months ago. He now sits beside his apartment building watching the traffic and people go by. He enjoys it so much he wishes she had acted crazy years ago.

 M.A.S. wrote...

     “You think he’s as old as he looks?” I asked her. “It’s a hard life out here. He’s probably thirty.”
     “I think he’s a thousand years old,” she replied. “He’s as old as the earth.” There was something disturbingly cosmic in her tone.
     “Sixty?” I tried not to let the concern squeak out in my voice. But it did.
     “I know this is a lot for you. I know it’s more than you bargained for. But the spirituality of this place will melt our souls together in a bond stronger than the moon and the earth.”
More than I bargained for? Pretty much. Twenty seven hundred miles from home with my Internet girlfriend that I just met and just happens to possess a cultish insanity. And I’m stuck here in some Tibetan Deliverance. I half expect this shaman dude to drop his pipe of I don’t even wanna know and break into Dueling Dramyins.
     “No honey.” I had taken a lot of time to gather my thoughts, but I still had no idea what I was going to say. “It’s just so much energy here. It’s hard to wrap my head around.” Energy? What the hell am I talking about? That’s when he gave me the pipe. He just handed it to me.
     “She’s not what she seems to be,“ he said with the most practiced English and complete annunciation I had ever heard, as he pushed his smoking cigar stick thing into my palm.”
If you mean she’s not crazy, I beg to differ. And then, a long inhale. What the… I feel kinda.
Thud!
     “Get his shoes off. We don’t have much time.”

 Lolamouse wrote...

Old man sits and grins
He has secrets you don't know
Laughing, he won't tell.

Yay!!! You guys are great! Keep it up!!

Peace.
Stef.

P.S. Send good health vibes my way... I need to get better!