connie, my mother gave up trying to make me eat her cookery early on, after I said her cooking smelled like poo.
Superb drabble.
'Life of the Party'
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connie, my mother gave up trying to make me eat her cookery early on, after I said her cooking smelled like poo.
Superb drabble.
I was always more the passive resistance type. I was the youngest child and Mother was too tired for another round of the wars. I quietly got away with murder.
So was I the youngest, by rather a lot; nearest sibling is 8.5 years my senior. But I was always completely aggressive, unlike my sisters, so my mother and I were in a state of vicious - and occasionally violent - warfare from the day I went to live with them.
Nothing would have induced me to eat her food, except her pastry. She was a dreadful cook. I wouldn't have fed that stuff to a horde of warthogs.
No drabble topic today?
Shit, I thought I'd asked, and then I got nosedown in new London Calling and I forgot. GAH.
TEPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYY!
Damn. Sorry, folks. I was off work for Columbus Day, so it didn't feel like a Monday, and I just plain forget. Mea culpa.
Challenge #78 (two people seated across from each other at a table) is now closed.
Challenge #79 is never say "never". (No drabbles about the James Bond movie, please.)
Teppy, stop oppressing me.
never say "never
Can I just write "Oh look, it's my entire frellin' history for the topic!" ten times....?
(heads off to ponder)
Teppy, stop oppressing me.
NEVER!
Thank you. We're here through Saturday. Enjoy the veal.