Dumb question: is "mid twenties" (when talking about someone's age) hyphenated or not?

I think so, Anne.

Hear ye, hear ye! New drabble topic!

I'm full of charred meat, cake, and expensive red wine, thanks to a Memorial Day cookout. All of that impinges just a wee bit on my ability to come up with a new, thoroughly original and exciting drabble topic, so I'm going back to the pictures from Look at Me.

Challenge #59 (ways we communicate without words) is now closed.

Challenge #60 is the following pictures from the Look at Me website. Drabble them however you like, and please include a link to the picture you chose when you post.

Picture One.

Picture Two.

Picture Three.

Picture Four.

Picture Five.

Picture Six.

Picture Seven.

Picture Eight.

Picture Nine.

Picture Ten.

[link] Picture One

Here's where Tommy got so drunk he threw up on my new, dyed-to-match-the-dress satin shoes.

There's the table where Mark called Daphne a whore and Daphne told him she wouldn't sleep with him even for money.

Out in the parking lot, Daphne and I cried on each other and said a convent sounded like a great idea.

Then the guys came out, I slapped Mark, Daphne slapped Tommy, and Bobby and Harry asked if we'd rather go to the Howard Johnson's for cheeseburgers and shakes.

Memo to self: remind Harry about getting gift for Daphne and Bobby's wedding next month.

connie, that's a honey.

Huh. It may be the total immersion aspect of the current WIP, but none of those pictures are talking to me at all. Nearest thing to it is the guy in front of the ships with the swastika, but even that one is barely poking at me.

Interested to see what everyone comes up with on these.

[link] Picture two

It was Uncle Gregor who put the kayak on wheels. After the hay was mown, he'd push us around the shorn fields, telling us to practice our paddling and talking about cold mountain streams in Moldavia.

Tante Caterina would watch silently. That day in the summer, when the hay was blowing in the wind, Susan and I took her arms and made her join us in the kayak for the picture.

We laughed and waved, then I saw Tante's face. "It's so like waves," she said, looking at the grass billowing. "Waves mean you're leaving home."

Oh, connie, I like that one.

Deb, feedback is on its way to you.

[link]

Picture 8

"I bet I can make you laugh, Grossmutter."
"Photos should have dignity."
"Muti, did you hear about Onkle Fritzi and the goat and his new suit?"
"Take the picture, Hansi."
"He was wearing the suit when the goat started to eat the trousers."
...
"Oh, fine, Muti, you win." click
"Oh, thank god. And your Tante Martha beating the goat with her handbag . . ."
"Muti!"

(I seem to be in a Germanic mood today)

I just got my first rejection letter.

I'm a little numb. But otherwise okay. I think.