Archive for September, 2010
I went to the Spam Museum in Austin, Minneapolis and came home with these. Adorable, aren’t they? I couldn’t resist getting these Spam Baby outfits for the most recent additions to our family.
Meet my great-niece and great-nephew: Annabelle and Logan Tanaka. Their daddy was raised in Hawaii and loves Spam. Loves it. So I couldn’t resist the outfits. Babies…and sometimes Spam…make me happy.
No, we’re not the first to solicit very, very, very short stories. Legend has it that Ernest Hemingway wrote a 6-word short story when challenged, in a bar, of course. His story: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
We’re going to be a little more generous with our word count, increasing it to 10 words (or less if you’re feeling concise). And we’re focusing solely on heartbreak, whether it’s due to a lost love, a lost job, a lost pet, or a less-harrowing misfortune or pratfall (like the time my freshly baked chocolate cake skittered off its pedestal and across the kitchen floor. I would have invoked the five-second rule if it hadn’t broken into many very untidy pieces).
We also want to provide solutions for others who might find themselves wallowing in a deep blue funk. So offer up a remedy or a recipe that helped you heal your broken heart or made you feel a smidge better.
Here’s one of mine:
Our eyes met. Our hearts fused. Then he looked away.
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Don’t tell anyone, but I really like the Mexican Pizzas at Taco Bell. (Except they don’t cut them into wedges anymore at my nearest drive-through, so how am I supposed to eat and drive?)