I am thankful for disgust.
I no longer have pneumonia. Luckily it was “walking pneumonia” so I could remain upright and at times functional. Where does disgust come in? I have spent six weeks with questionable housekeeping skills, (the bathroom doesn’t count because I HAVE to keep that clean or disgust gets upgraded to nauseas and heaving.)
Yesterday I came home from work and actually cleaned (not just ran a vacuum or pretended not to see the dirt) the house! IT’S CLEAN! CLEAN I TELL YOU! That’s worth ten to me so I am gonna move on with the necessary dance to appease the seven virgins of the BOSR/SBOR.
HEY CLARK, LOOK AWAY!
The cue for six sentence stories? It comes to us in honor of the A to Z and Val … this weeks cue is “ex.”
You know the game: six sentences, no more, no less, any genre, use the cue, link in on Thursday.
See you there!
Oh hey, before I forget: I’m forever grateful for Doug.