She Really Wrote That


When I was little

and  somewhat melodramatic

( that is before I discovered the joys of just being strange and macabre )

I used to tell my family that I hoped that circus that they always said

was going to show up and steal me away because the circus was always in need of sly, sinister and naughty workers

would do it soon because my family were



Running away never figured into my dramatic exits.


But then I discovered the joys of Space Travel from Star Trek

and one day I wrote

in Magic Marker-

I’m not sure what the Magic part was because it’s not like the

ink disappeared

on the contrary, it lasted for ever-

on the refrigerator door:

I’m going to Mars because

I’ll never have to clean my room again  because  it will be on Earth-with the toys I hate and the ants in my lunchbox.


Rag Tag Daily Prompt : LETTER


This is my kitchen counter.

This is where my delicious Deep Dish Apple pie was set out, waiting to celebrate New Years Eve with me and my family.

I even bought fresh cream to whip  for  fluffy dollops of whipped cream to  eat on the side by ginormous spoonful’s    put  on top of my warm and golden deep dish apple pie.

This is my dog,  Hamish Macbeth.

Fun fact.

My sixty pound, four year old Chocolate Labrador Retriever can eat an entire 11 Inch deep dish apple pie all on his own with zero upsets to his tummy or digestive system and still have room for his dinner with absolutely no problems.

I have come to one conclusion based on this stunning experience-and it’s based in science.

My dog is a TARDIS.