Tag: weekly story

What Wetted Our Toes!

Just to give you an idea of the swampy mess Little Ben proposes setting the Sunny Valley Farm & Pet Cemetery next to – here’s a video from a section of Iron Creek a mile to two away from his proposed site (during a…

1.54 Sideways

Little Ben: “We’ll make an example of them. I am tired of kids drinking in Nevermore. You go left. Ryan goes right. I’ll take the path. Keep your walkies on, Hank will radio when the police arrive.” We hardly dared to breathe until the…

1.53 Who Are You Wearing?

(My tricorn at sunset…) Me: “You cannot be serious.” Wood: “You lost the bet – thus you must wear a costume of my choosing.” Beatrice and Laney both were staring at the pirate costume Wood held up for inspection. As costumes go, it was pretty nice…

1.52 Be Careful What You Tell Children

Why did Wood unleash his wickedest smile upon unzipping a zipper? Because he knew I wouldn’t welch on a bet. Even though I really wanted to. Back in the day (when we were both ten) I lived next to a gentleman named Sal. Sal…

1.51 Rubber Ducky You’re The One…

Unknown Number: “Tonight’s the night!” Me: “Wood?” He must be calling from an exam room phone again. Wood (excitement oozing across the line): “Meet you in The Map Room in a half hour.” Me: “But….” Wood: “The Brace Affair is a go!” He. Hung. Up. On. Me.  Well, this…

1.50 Dealing

We’d both employed the same cunning strategy – waiting. Perhaps my “plan” wasn’t as lame as I’d previously thought.  The coffee seemed to need a few more minutes to seep into my system to bad I didn’t have the time. Even in this deluge…

1.49 My Flawless Plan

While Rye does not contain a single drive-thru Asian joint (which is a travesty), it does include an Italian one. So instead of eggrolls, I am eating spaghetti for dinner. While both countries of culinary origin reside in the same hemisphere – spaghetti does…