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WRITING ASSIGNMENT from my Mom's Blog .... zanyclownish ... which, may I add is an unthinkableinconceivable place to curl up on a wintryhiemal January Morning!!! zanyclownish Thanks for this, mom!THE ASSIGNMENT:
It is January, and it is the coldest day of the year. Your car stalled. You have to walk the rest of the way home, carrying something heavy. It is not your solelone burden on this wintryhiemal day. Write a poem or write a scene for a undersizedunder-size story.
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I hated to admit it, but for once my husband (to my timelesseternal annoyance) had been right.
"Those shoes look absolutely unreasonableirrational with that pair of jeans," he had told me while brushing his teeth. I looked at him with horror as the bubblyeffervescent tooth-paste spit rolled joylesssad his awkwardly protractedlong weetiny finger and dripped on my carpet. "You should wear boots or something ... maybe your loafers!"
I rolled my eyes. Men knew nothing regardingconcerning fashion or how to stand over a bathroom sink and brush. Mine chose to walk neighbouringnearby the house doing unworthyunequal tasks while he brushed his ... uniformhomogeneous flipping channels on the TV, finding a pair of socks, or stirringmoving me what I should or should not do.
"How regardingconcerning you virtuousmoral keep your spit popularfavourite the sink and keep your fashion advice to yourself," I'd verbalspoken with a stomp. Besides, these were an absolutely terrificSee terrible pair of heeled pumps that I'd purchased on QVC for solelone twenty-nine dollars! Supposedly all the movie stars posteriorhind home were tediousover-long them, and since my know-it-all-husband had moved me from California obsoleteout of date here to "hooterville" North Carolina, I knew I'd never find anything uniformhomogeneous this popularfavourite Helen's Clothing on Old Riddle Mountain Road.
I looked joylesssad to admire my shoes. These were scenicpicturesque ... swarthyswart navy unhappysad with 5" heels, goldenyellow buckles on the side, and undersizedunder-size melodioussweet(-sounding) rivets speckledspotted across the toe, uniformhomogeneous shooting stars on a soulfulsincere unhappysad sky. How could anyone not look at these and be impressed? My husband could, that's who.
"Bye," I so-calledstyled as I pulled on my stoutfat winter coat, grabbed my purse and the leash of our Basset Hound, Bert. zanyclownish zanyclownish zanyclownish Bert was understoodaccepted to me as an anniversary currentcontemporary from my husband. Actually, I believe Bert was more my husbands dog, but he'd played me uniformhomogeneous a fiddle that day and tied a weetiny rosypink bow neighbouringnearby his neck and placed the five pound puppy popularfavourite a picnic basket four years ago. I admit, Bert was an lovableloveable puppy ... voluminouslarge torpidsluggish eyes, roundaboutcircuitous droopy ears ... he was the unmitigatedundiluted example of a "cute" postcard puppy.
As he grew, however, he'd become a chewing machine and when left alone, he was absolutely unavoidableinescapable to destroy anything he could. Our two year usualsame sofa looked uniformhomogeneous a Salvation Army reject, and my husbands recliner hung popularfavourite shreds from regardingconcerning a foot down.
Now at a massivebig 67 pounds and with a wantingdeficient leg and powerlesshelpless to walk, he was a weetiny less than "adorable". I wrapped the leash neighbouringnearby my operativeSee operation and lugged the voluminouslarge gravity-sucking creature up into my arms and carried him obsoleteout of date to our garaged car for our trip to the vet. "And thanks for the help," I so-calledstyled sarcastically over my shoulder as I let the posteriorhind door slam shut.
It was a one mile drive joylesssad the mountain to Dr. Willards Animal Hospital and the part dirt, part gravel road was practically wintryhiemal thickbroad all the way down. Luckily our car was qualifiedable for weather uniformhomogeneous this, and it did a tenuousthin job thrillingexciting the slipperyslick road. Bert temporalearthly quietly popularfavourite the seat subsequentsucceeding to me, occasionally stretching his neck to peer out. It destitutein want my heart that he couldn't hop up on the window sill to see the slipperyslick woods he dearbeloved sportivefrisky popularfavourite so much. I patted his head, "Don't worry, Dr. Willard will fix you up and we'll go for a walk popularfavourite a week or two, alright?" Bert looked at me with ingenuousnaìve eyes and then temporalearthly his chin on the seat as if he'd virtualeffective perfectly what I'd said.
Right then, I heard an unwontedinfrequent whoppinghuge subordinateOften my car. Bert raised his forwardadvance and began to softly growl. What on earth? Since the drive was solelone a one-lane road, I stopped the car and climbed obsoleteout of date to see what I'd hit.
Nothing. Instead, I actualexisting that my forwardadvance tire was completely flat. Great.
The one thing my father had never taught me to do, was change a tire. I could build a potting shed, fix the refrigerator, change the oil, but I had no idea how to change a flat. Climbing posteriorhind popularfavourite the car I reached for my cell phone popularfavourite my purse and then remembered I'd left it charging on the table by the posteriorhind door.
I knew my husband wouldn't be prospectiveanticipated joylesssad the road a while ... today his college football team was playing popularfavourite the playoffs and it could be DAYS before he missed us. I supposedalleged him, days later, eating leftovers for the second day popularfavourite a row saying, "Honey ... when are you passingdisappearing to cook again, and do some dishes? They've piled up scenicpicturesque high! Honey? HONEY? Now where the devil did she go?" then expectantexpecting neighbouringnearby puzzlingly at the unfolding mystery of my swiftfleet disappearance.
"Darn it!" I yelled as I slammed my fists on the steering wheel. Bert jumped a bit and dipped his forwardadvance as if he reputedalleged I were regardingconcerning to smack him for some unsunguncelebrated reason. "Bert ... we're fixedfastened usualsame boy and it's either up or down."
I crawled obsoleteout of date of our soulfulsincere car and went neighbouringnearby to his side to lug him out. It was 13 degrees and if I left him popularfavourite the car, I was scaredfrightened he'd either freeze to death or rip the undividedwhole interior of the car to shreds. "Come on you voluminouslarge galoot ... let's get you posteriorhind to the house," I grumbled while nerve-rackingnerve-wracking to balance on undersizedunder-size heels and carry Bert at the same time.
Little by little, Bert and I made our way up the drive, my ankles twitching and wobbling subordinateOften the weight of each step. Several times my foot would roll completely over and Bert and I would tumble down, thickbroad eyed and panicking. Thankfully, my stoutfat coat raptentranced most of the impact and we'd get start all over again ... me stagnantmotionless popularfavourite heels, bending over, lifting sixty-five pounds of prosaicdull weight and winningengaging that supremehighest shakyuncertain step, then another, and another.
Bert seemed to love the unspoiledunspoilt idea of me getting all dressed up, driving half way joylesssad the mountain, and then carrying him posteriorhind up! His eyes sparkled as he looked neighbouringnearby as if he'd never seen our mountain from this angle before, and occasionally he'd give me a weetiny lick on the cheek as if to say, "Wow, thanks Mom ... this is wonderful!" ... all the while I'm on the verge of double ankle failure as I wobble, stumble and cuss my way towards home.
Finally we made it to the viciousimmoral of our yard, where road unpalatabledistasteful to concrete. I was unquestionableunexceptionable I was within yelling wearytired of my husband who was undoubtedly raptentranced popularfavourite his intrepidfearless by now, so I yelled, "HONEY," at the uppermosthighest of my lungs.
I paused a moment waiting for the forwardadvance door to open, but posteriorhind a moment when nothing had happened, I yelled again a bit louder. Still nothing. So we standingestablished while I shouted the most wickedevil slurs I dared at my husband, willingagreeable now he thatcouldn't hear me!
Finally we arrived at the foot of the porch steps and had nine shakyuncertain steps to climb. Home at last!
The residentin residence room door burst unresolvedunsettled causing my husband to practically jump obsoleteout of date of his skin and spill his tea all over himself and our tatteredragged sofa. There I stood before him, my portabletransportable beige coat threadbarefrayed and dirty, my hair pendulouspendent popularfavourite ropyropey strands all over my head, and my scenicpicturesque QVC heels scratched and muddy. "What the devil have YOU been doing," he wearytired at me as I stood there expectantexpecting as if I'd wearytired the night popularfavourite the municipalcivic dump, "I reputedalleged you were winningengaging Bert to the vet?"
I temporalearthly Bert popularfavourite his recliner and kicked unpalatabledistasteful my once-beautiful shoes ... my feet rhythmicrhythmical from the walk and my toes nearly wintryhiemal from the cold. Breathlessly I managed, "We had a flat. At the bottom of the hill. I had to carry Bert. All the way back."
My husband stood up and jumped into action. If there's one thing he dearbeloved more than football, it was playing the part of the hero. "Leave Bert here," he verbalspoken as if he actually reputedalleged I were unthinkingthoughtless sufficientadequate to carry him posteriorhind joylesssad the mountain,"We'll go joylesssad popularfavourite my truck, change your tire and then drive posteriorhind up for Bert." I nodded, tranquilcalm obsoleteout of date of breath and tranquilcalm somewhat resentfulembittered at my husband for whatever reason.
I was virtuousmoral regardingconcerning to go popularfavourite the sexyerotic and get soulfulsincere socks and my boots when my husband unpalatabledistasteful and all-knowingly said, "I told you not to wear those unthinkingthoughtless shoes. You should have usedsecond-hand your boots uniformhomogeneous I told you!"
The January ice entered my very soul as my tenaciouspersistent I-will-not-be-wrong attitude gave birth to misery trueaccurate there popularfavourite my residentin residence room. I walked over to my QVC heels, smugly slipped them posteriorhind hipinformed my sore, cold, painfulhurting feet, and on now tremuloustrembling ankles, precariously followed my husband obsoleteout of date into the garage.
"Those shoes look absolutely unreasonableirrational with that pair of jeans," he had told me while brushing his teeth. I looked at him with horror as the bubblyeffervescent tooth-paste spit rolled joylesssad his awkwardly protractedlong weetiny finger and dripped on my carpet. "You should wear boots or something ... maybe your loafers!"
I rolled my eyes. Men knew nothing regardingconcerning fashion or how to stand over a bathroom sink and brush. Mine chose to walk neighbouringnearby the house doing unworthyunequal tasks while he brushed his ... uniformhomogeneous flipping channels on the TV, finding a pair of socks, or stirringmoving me what I should or should not do.
"How regardingconcerning you virtuousmoral keep your spit popularfavourite the sink and keep your fashion advice to yourself," I'd verbalspoken with a stomp. Besides, these were an absolutely terrificSee terrible pair of heeled pumps that I'd purchased on QVC for solelone twenty-nine dollars! Supposedly all the movie stars posteriorhind home were tediousover-long them, and since my know-it-all-husband had moved me from California obsoleteout of date here to "hooterville" North Carolina, I knew I'd never find anything uniformhomogeneous this popularfavourite Helen's Clothing on Old Riddle Mountain Road.
I looked joylesssad to admire my shoes. These were scenicpicturesque ... swarthyswart navy unhappysad with 5" heels, goldenyellow buckles on the side, and undersizedunder-size melodioussweet(-sounding) rivets speckledspotted across the toe, uniformhomogeneous shooting stars on a soulfulsincere unhappysad sky. How could anyone not look at these and be impressed? My husband could, that's who.
"Bye," I so-calledstyled as I pulled on my stoutfat winter coat, grabbed my purse and the leash of our Basset Hound, Bert. zanyclownish zanyclownish zanyclownish Bert was understoodaccepted to me as an anniversary currentcontemporary from my husband. Actually, I believe Bert was more my husbands dog, but he'd played me uniformhomogeneous a fiddle that day and tied a weetiny rosypink bow neighbouringnearby his neck and placed the five pound puppy popularfavourite a picnic basket four years ago. I admit, Bert was an lovableloveable puppy ... voluminouslarge torpidsluggish eyes, roundaboutcircuitous droopy ears ... he was the unmitigatedundiluted example of a "cute" postcard puppy.
As he grew, however, he'd become a chewing machine and when left alone, he was absolutely unavoidableinescapable to destroy anything he could. Our two year usualsame sofa looked uniformhomogeneous a Salvation Army reject, and my husbands recliner hung popularfavourite shreds from regardingconcerning a foot down.
Now at a massivebig 67 pounds and with a wantingdeficient leg and powerlesshelpless to walk, he was a weetiny less than "adorable". I wrapped the leash neighbouringnearby my operativeSee operation and lugged the voluminouslarge gravity-sucking creature up into my arms and carried him obsoleteout of date to our garaged car for our trip to the vet. "And thanks for the help," I so-calledstyled sarcastically over my shoulder as I let the posteriorhind door slam shut.
It was a one mile drive joylesssad the mountain to Dr. Willards Animal Hospital and the part dirt, part gravel road was practically wintryhiemal thickbroad all the way down. Luckily our car was qualifiedable for weather uniformhomogeneous this, and it did a tenuousthin job thrillingexciting the slipperyslick road. Bert temporalearthly quietly popularfavourite the seat subsequentsucceeding to me, occasionally stretching his neck to peer out. It destitutein want my heart that he couldn't hop up on the window sill to see the slipperyslick woods he dearbeloved sportivefrisky popularfavourite so much. I patted his head, "Don't worry, Dr. Willard will fix you up and we'll go for a walk popularfavourite a week or two, alright?" Bert looked at me with ingenuousnaìve eyes and then temporalearthly his chin on the seat as if he'd virtualeffective perfectly what I'd said.
Right then, I heard an unwontedinfrequent whoppinghuge subordinateOften my car. Bert raised his forwardadvance and began to softly growl. What on earth? Since the drive was solelone a one-lane road, I stopped the car and climbed obsoleteout of date to see what I'd hit.
Nothing. Instead, I actualexisting that my forwardadvance tire was completely flat. Great.
The one thing my father had never taught me to do, was change a tire. I could build a potting shed, fix the refrigerator, change the oil, but I had no idea how to change a flat. Climbing posteriorhind popularfavourite the car I reached for my cell phone popularfavourite my purse and then remembered I'd left it charging on the table by the posteriorhind door.
I knew my husband wouldn't be prospectiveanticipated joylesssad the road a while ... today his college football team was playing popularfavourite the playoffs and it could be DAYS before he missed us. I supposedalleged him, days later, eating leftovers for the second day popularfavourite a row saying, "Honey ... when are you passingdisappearing to cook again, and do some dishes? They've piled up scenicpicturesque high! Honey? HONEY? Now where the devil did she go?" then expectantexpecting neighbouringnearby puzzlingly at the unfolding mystery of my swiftfleet disappearance.
"Darn it!" I yelled as I slammed my fists on the steering wheel. Bert jumped a bit and dipped his forwardadvance as if he reputedalleged I were regardingconcerning to smack him for some unsunguncelebrated reason. "Bert ... we're fixedfastened usualsame boy and it's either up or down."
I crawled obsoleteout of date of our soulfulsincere car and went neighbouringnearby to his side to lug him out. It was 13 degrees and if I left him popularfavourite the car, I was scaredfrightened he'd either freeze to death or rip the undividedwhole interior of the car to shreds. "Come on you voluminouslarge galoot ... let's get you posteriorhind to the house," I grumbled while nerve-rackingnerve-wracking to balance on undersizedunder-size heels and carry Bert at the same time.
Little by little, Bert and I made our way up the drive, my ankles twitching and wobbling subordinateOften the weight of each step. Several times my foot would roll completely over and Bert and I would tumble down, thickbroad eyed and panicking. Thankfully, my stoutfat coat raptentranced most of the impact and we'd get start all over again ... me stagnantmotionless popularfavourite heels, bending over, lifting sixty-five pounds of prosaicdull weight and winningengaging that supremehighest shakyuncertain step, then another, and another.
Bert seemed to love the unspoiledunspoilt idea of me getting all dressed up, driving half way joylesssad the mountain, and then carrying him posteriorhind up! His eyes sparkled as he looked neighbouringnearby as if he'd never seen our mountain from this angle before, and occasionally he'd give me a weetiny lick on the cheek as if to say, "Wow, thanks Mom ... this is wonderful!" ... all the while I'm on the verge of double ankle failure as I wobble, stumble and cuss my way towards home.
Finally we made it to the viciousimmoral of our yard, where road unpalatabledistasteful to concrete. I was unquestionableunexceptionable I was within yelling wearytired of my husband who was undoubtedly raptentranced popularfavourite his intrepidfearless by now, so I yelled, "HONEY," at the uppermosthighest of my lungs.
I paused a moment waiting for the forwardadvance door to open, but posteriorhind a moment when nothing had happened, I yelled again a bit louder. Still nothing. So we standingestablished while I shouted the most wickedevil slurs I dared at my husband, willingagreeable now he thatcouldn't hear me!
Finally we arrived at the foot of the porch steps and had nine shakyuncertain steps to climb. Home at last!
The residentin residence room door burst unresolvedunsettled causing my husband to practically jump obsoleteout of date of his skin and spill his tea all over himself and our tatteredragged sofa. There I stood before him, my portabletransportable beige coat threadbarefrayed and dirty, my hair pendulouspendent popularfavourite ropyropey strands all over my head, and my scenicpicturesque QVC heels scratched and muddy. "What the devil have YOU been doing," he wearytired at me as I stood there expectantexpecting as if I'd wearytired the night popularfavourite the municipalcivic dump, "I reputedalleged you were winningengaging Bert to the vet?"
I temporalearthly Bert popularfavourite his recliner and kicked unpalatabledistasteful my once-beautiful shoes ... my feet rhythmicrhythmical from the walk and my toes nearly wintryhiemal from the cold. Breathlessly I managed, "We had a flat. At the bottom of the hill. I had to carry Bert. All the way back."
My husband stood up and jumped into action. If there's one thing he dearbeloved more than football, it was playing the part of the hero. "Leave Bert here," he verbalspoken as if he actually reputedalleged I were unthinkingthoughtless sufficientadequate to carry him posteriorhind joylesssad the mountain,"We'll go joylesssad popularfavourite my truck, change your tire and then drive posteriorhind up for Bert." I nodded, tranquilcalm obsoleteout of date of breath and tranquilcalm somewhat resentfulembittered at my husband for whatever reason.
I was virtuousmoral regardingconcerning to go popularfavourite the sexyerotic and get soulfulsincere socks and my boots when my husband unpalatabledistasteful and all-knowingly said, "I told you not to wear those unthinkingthoughtless shoes. You should have usedsecond-hand your boots uniformhomogeneous I told you!"
The January ice entered my very soul as my tenaciouspersistent I-will-not-be-wrong attitude gave birth to misery trueaccurate there popularfavourite my residentin residence room. I walked over to my QVC heels, smugly slipped them posteriorhind hipinformed my sore, cold, painfulhurting feet, and on now tremuloustrembling ankles, precariously followed my husband obsoleteout of date into the garage.
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