Mmmm, chewtoy. What? Not poaching, just drooling. From the sidelines. As it were.

He's a very pretty chewtoy, I think part Maori.

ita, when shown his picture, had no objections to her avatar playing with him, and I do not mean rugby. In fact, her employer - the rock star - offers to stand outside her bedroom door and make sure no one bugs them, for a change, since protecting him from whackjobs is her usual gig, and he spends a lot of time in the bedroom with predatory ladies.

Sneaking in a "green" drabble under the wire...

Green

The highway signs are green, with every possible destination spelled out. This many miles to New York City, this many to Pennsylvania, this many still to go, wherever you’re driving.

The children are settled in the backseat, strewn with Goldfish and cookie crumbs, well-thumbed books and the baby’s toys, empty soda cups from the rest stop meal at McDonald’s. They don’t know how tempting it is to look for a place green with late summer’s lush trees, with quiet streets and neat little houses, a place to call home.

The light at the exit ramp turns green. I keep driving.

Hmmm, is it Monday? Surely not! (My brain is slightly pickled from celebrating my only brother's wedding into the wee small hours last night and then getting on a plane at 9 a.m. today and flying home). Therefore, bear with me if this topic isn't particularly inspiring (though I really think it could be).

Challenge #69 (green) is now closed.

Challenge #70 is currency. Please note that I very specifically did not say "money." (Of course, "money" is one definition of "currency," or perhaps vice versa, but "currency" is a lot broader of a word than mere greenbacks and quarters.)

As always, please feel free to suggest future topics to avoid the curse of Teppy's Pickled Brain.

Amy, that reminded me a bit of Eleanor's drive from NY to Hill House, in "The Haunting of Hill House." How she nearly stopped forever in front of a cottage with stone lions at the front and giant poisonous oleanders rioting all over the front garden, and the green hills behind.

Amy, that reminded me a bit of Eleanor's drive from NY to Hill House

Oh my! Cool. I'm waiting for Halloween-ish to read it again.

Jackson is my idol. You've read her books about her family, yes? "Life Among the Savages" and "Raising Demons?"

Because your Sara and her Sarah seem to possibly have a few personality traits in common....

You've read her books about her family, yes? "Life Among the Savages" and "Raising Demons?"

I haven't, actually. I must remedy that!

Is her Sarah adorable and bright, with a will of pure steel and a deep streak of demon imp?

Is her Sarah adorable and bright, with a will of pure steel and a deep streak of demon imp?

Her Sarah is the textbook illustration of Triple Scorpio. She's kicked out of kindergarten for putting a hex on the teacher. And she takes baby brother Barry to places - well. Go read. Brilliant stuff.

Out the door, for now...

Do you guys always follow every idea you get? If not, why not? Allyson, I think I still have the drawing...