I was walking toward the bathroom. As I approached the front entryway, I heard a VROOOM! VROOOM! I peeked around the corner and outside the door. There, right in front of my door was the shadowy figure of a man!
My heart palpitated then hid in my throat.
He's got a chainsaw! He's going to chainsaw through my front door and kill me!* And with my new old cell phone** I can't get coverage in my house most of the time. I have no way to call 911! I'm going to die!
Right before I peed myself in fright, I looked out the living room window. Oh, it's our next-door neighbor with his leaf blower cleaning up our yard for us.
What a nice man.
* These are actual thoughts.
** The reason I have a new old cell phone is because I laundered my cell phone (which, as a friend pointed out, is better than laundering money). Apparently, cell phones are adverse to washers and dryers. To buy a new one, since my two years isn't up yet, would cost $175--that's the cheapest model! Thankfully, my husband had an old cell phone. (Actually, he had half a dozen old cell phones, most of which belong in the Smithsonian. Have I mentioned that he keeps everything? You'd think he grew up in the Depression.) So now I have a new old cell phone.
Yea, they say your cell phone is one of the most germ-infested objects you own, but I think you can just use a damp cloth and a cotton swab rather than a full wash and dry!
Yeah.
Thanks for the suggestion. I'll keep it in mind for next time.
A leaf blower. That's priceless. LMAO
Mine survived the soak cycle as well as full wash.
I dried it -- and I could dial and talk on it.
BUT... the screen wouldn't light up - and I couldn't see my telephone list.
I used it for several months and then we found an old one, too.
BUT... I'm going to insist on an I-phone for my birthday (and have to switch carriers)
You have a vivid imagination ---
Yikes! I would have run and hid. And I think it might be better to launder money...more fun, anyway.
I think all writers are guilty of this.
I can't tell you how many times I've had friends and family dead on the side of the road when really they're just a few minutes late for dinner/an appointment.
A prisoner of hope,
Megan
. . . SERIOUSLY? Except . . . I think like that, too. Sigh. (And grin).
hahah!! That's great. and uh, i'm a bit guilty of that type of stuff too..
I find it amusing that you and Sharon Hinck posted on the same topic. Here's her post should you care to enjoy it. http://sharonswriting.blogspot.com/2008/07/imaginative-mind-of-writer.ht...
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