Our puppy Luna, fourteen weeks old. Here she is: all legs, funny ears, and lots of energy. She is at the age where her body, ears, and legs haven’t agreed on what end size they want to be. “Stop growing so fast,” I want to tell her, but I fear it’s hopeless.
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Again
Shots fired
Tears flowing
Shock and Anger
Guns in the wrong hands
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That’s an easy one. My Dream Chocolate Bar is as light as a Milky Way that swims in milk. Of course, you only know that if you are my age because we can’t remember what we ate or wore yesterday, but we remember old lyrics and old commercials (not so sure if this is helpful).
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I was recently asked if I could fill in for a judge at an international school project. I felt honored and couldn’t wait to see what the kids would come up with.
That’s the number I came up with, when I deducted the average number of likes, from the number of followers on my little blog.
913 Followers
– 45 The average number of likes on a decent post
= 868 That means 868 followers must dislike everything I write. Bummer!
The Daily Prompt closed its doors and it was about time. The good, old fishing ground for new readers and followers, had been hanging on for too long. It had lost its brilliance a few years back and I wondered when it would give up -had expected it to happen much sooner.
Hiding behind a screen brings out the worst in some. How easy it is these days, to constantly offend and attack people with mean tweets and comments. I am often shocked by the brutality and coldness people can show, with just a few words.
