In the corner of her room, she picked up the book nearest her reading chair and began searching for where she left off. She couldn't imagine doing anything else on a Friday night. Two candles aglow on the table, instrumental music in the air. Perfect.
After a while, there was a faint ring near the window. Looking at the clock revealed that two hours had passed. All five feet four inches of her petite body hopped up out of the chair and went to the window. She moved the Crimson lace curtain and unmistakably saw her orange tabby. The cat was highlighted by the porch light in the driveway with his bell ringing as he walked further toward the street. What?!?
She bolted out her door, down the picture-laden hallway, and turned the corner for the front door. What had happened? There wasn't one good reason he should be back. After all, it was Friday night. Six - one, blonde and built, this man looked shocked to see her. There before her was her security and sense of safety hanging in the air. This man, by standing there had just ripped it from her clammy hands. She felt her heart beating out of her chest. He started toward her and she turned to run. She yelled, "but I locked the door!" Running to the kitchen she grabbed the gloc from her spice cupboard, turned to face him with it and fired. The poor man fell backward and she grabbed the phone from the bar.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
One Book to Another
She sat near the corner of the diner studying away another day. Her coffee was still pretty full (and probably cold by this point) and the cheesy eggs were all gone. The mid-day sun, illuminated outside her silhouette when she was interrupted by the more than empathetic waitress trying to offer a warmer cup of joe. Looking up, she seemed agitated. She closed one book and opened another. This subject apparantly went right over her head today. I was finishing up my sandwich when I heard her shout, "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?" And then she laughed...
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Two sides
1)So what had happened was:
Our 2003 car has discovered mine and my husband's love affair and wants nothing to do with either one of us. He has put a lot of work into that defiant piece of snot. My man drove the car to the school. He got out and I hopped in and took off. I get out onto the main road and the thing dies while doing about 30mph. Great!!! Interestingly enough, a cop was behind me when I came to the stop light. He just looked all annoyed and went around me when the light turned green and I couldn't budge the car. Gee thanks. Yeah, I know, NOT their job.
Any who, once I did get the car into a parking lot, I tried calling information so I could contact my husband and let him know where I was. Apparantly, there is no such place as the University of Houston in Houston, Texas. 411 didn't have the 411!!! Get out of here! Twilight ZONE music was playing in my head.
Well, my man with his inkling that something was going to go wrong (HA!) walked over to where I was. After telling him what happened he said that it would be alright and walked me around to the passenger seat and asked me to get in. Still all in a huffy about there not being a damn University of Houston, I sat. And would you know, the thing started. He drove home. Albeit, he fought with it several times. So the next time I drop my husband off at the imaginary university, I better lie my ass off about sleeping with my husband OR just buy another car -heh.
2) OK, REALITY (a car void of life and therefore void of conspiracy and jealousy):
The MAF sensor stopped working and the car died while traveling. This IS suspicious cuz when we got the catalytic converter replaced, the shop guys PLUM forgot to seal the holes they put in the manifold. Two weeks went by before we went to get the car inspected. The sweet guy at the inspection place pointed it out to my man. My husband took it back to the shop so they could fix their "oopsie."
Well, my husband replaced the MAFsensor. This happened after he changed the air filter, changed belts, cleaned this and that, wrestled with the air conditioning, and now the darn transmission isn't working right (the trans fluid smells burnt and is the wrong color). JOY!!! So now my hands are in the air and he took it to a DIFFERENT shop to get the transmission looked at.
Yeah...the first view was more fun to write.
Our 2003 car has discovered mine and my husband's love affair and wants nothing to do with either one of us. He has put a lot of work into that defiant piece of snot. My man drove the car to the school. He got out and I hopped in and took off. I get out onto the main road and the thing dies while doing about 30mph. Great!!! Interestingly enough, a cop was behind me when I came to the stop light. He just looked all annoyed and went around me when the light turned green and I couldn't budge the car. Gee thanks. Yeah, I know, NOT their job.
Any who, once I did get the car into a parking lot, I tried calling information so I could contact my husband and let him know where I was. Apparantly, there is no such place as the University of Houston in Houston, Texas. 411 didn't have the 411!!! Get out of here! Twilight ZONE music was playing in my head.
Well, my man with his inkling that something was going to go wrong (HA!) walked over to where I was. After telling him what happened he said that it would be alright and walked me around to the passenger seat and asked me to get in. Still all in a huffy about there not being a damn University of Houston, I sat. And would you know, the thing started. He drove home. Albeit, he fought with it several times. So the next time I drop my husband off at the imaginary university, I better lie my ass off about sleeping with my husband OR just buy another car -heh.
2) OK, REALITY (a car void of life and therefore void of conspiracy and jealousy):
The MAF sensor stopped working and the car died while traveling. This IS suspicious cuz when we got the catalytic converter replaced, the shop guys PLUM forgot to seal the holes they put in the manifold. Two weeks went by before we went to get the car inspected. The sweet guy at the inspection place pointed it out to my man. My husband took it back to the shop so they could fix their "oopsie."
Well, my husband replaced the MAFsensor. This happened after he changed the air filter, changed belts, cleaned this and that, wrestled with the air conditioning, and now the darn transmission isn't working right (the trans fluid smells burnt and is the wrong color). JOY!!! So now my hands are in the air and he took it to a DIFFERENT shop to get the transmission looked at.
Yeah...the first view was more fun to write.
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