33-Word Trifecta Writing Challenge: If you know what I mean

Welcome Dear Readers!  The 33-Word Trifecta writing Challenge for this weekend is to write your own spin on the following quote:

Three things in human life are important. The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind. –Henry James –

Here’s my take:

Keep scrolling . . . .

And scrolling . . . .

Isn’t this fun? . . . 

Just a little bit farther . . . .

Ah here we are! . . . 

There are three ways to look at any situation.  There’s the first way if you know what I mean.  There’s the second way if you know what I mean, and there’s the third way if you know what I mean.

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Until next time . . . I love you (If you know what I mean)

Weekend Trifecta 33-Word Challenge: Where’s–

Hello and Welcome Dear Readers! This week’s Trifecta 33-word writing challenge is to write a story about the picture below.

Where’s–

Trifecta weekend Challenge: Where's Waldo
“Hey! Is that him over there?”
“No ! Like I said, the guy we’re looking for is wearing a great big, goofy red-and-white-striped sweater.”
“But that could be anybody.”
“Tell me about it.”

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Until next time . . . I love you

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Things That Got Flushed That Hadn’t Oughta!

Toilet with flowers Linda Vernon Humor

I don’t mean to brag, but I have been using “the facilities” on my own now for over fifty years, and I know, firsthand, some crazy things that got flushed that hadn’t oughta.

Once, when I was four, my mother bought a batch of the most beautiful red apples you ever saw and displayed them on the table.  I asked for one, and my mother gave it to me.

I was an apple lover from the get go!

I took one bite and spit it out.

That’s because this apple was a deceitful type of apple, the kind that looks like it’s going to be delicious but, instead, tastes like dry, sandy-mush.

A couple of days later, I must have forgotten how horrible the apple tasted because I asked my mother for another one.  And she agreed, but only if I promised I wouldn’t take just one bite and spit it out. Who me?  Heavens no! Mother! Please! Don’t be ridiculous! She handed me an apple.

I took one bite and spit it out.

Even Eve didn’t have so much trouble with an apple.

Later in the week, I happened to walk by the beautiful red apples that were still sitting on the table (now we know why) and asked for another one. My mother wisely said no because there wasn’t any questions in her mind, by now, what I was going to do.

Well for some reason, I was set on it.  I began begging dramatically.  “Please Mother! Please!  I won’t spit it out! For the love of God,  I beg of you! I must have an apple if I am ever going to thrive!”

My mother acquiesced, handed me yet another apple along with a stern warning that she better not find this one in the garbage with one bite out of it; then left.

I took one bite and spit it out.

Ok, now I had a big problem on my hands.  Where to dispose of a big, beautiful red, sandy-mushy apple with one bite out of it.  I had to think, think! And quickly before my mother discovered the truth!

I made an emergency executive decision to flush it. So I went into the bathroom, looked both ways, threw the apple with one bite out of it into the toilet and pushed down the handle.

I was amazed when it actually went down!  Fabulous!  I dusted off my four-year-old hands and resumed playing.

Later that day I happened to walk by the bathroom just as my father was lifting the entire toilet, itself, off the floor.  I was flabbergasted!  I had no idea it would “do that!”

I still hadn’t put two and two together until I saw him reach his hand down the pipe and pull out a big beautiful red apple with one bite out of it.

Uh oh . . .

Shame quickly set it.  I couldn’t have felt worse if I would have gunned down Santa. But that’s another story for another day.

Suffice it to say, I’ve been privy to lots of things that got flushed that hadn’t outta — but it all started with that beautiful red apple with one bit out of it.

Until next time . . . I love you

Trifecta Weekend Writing Challenge: Just Three Measly Words

It’s time once again for the always challenging and super fun Weekend Trifecta Writing challenge.  Here’s the challenge:

“Robert Frost one said,

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”  

We want you to do the same.  Sum up anything you want, but do it in three words.  Your response should mirror Frost’s quote by beginning, “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about–.”  And the last four words are yours to choose.”


In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about schizophrenia: just be yourselves.

“Yay! I get to be myself today!”
“No I got to be myself yesterday. It’s my turn to be myself today.”

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Until next time . . . I love you