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ifyoucantfixit:

                                                   Lil Darlin

        "Mama, Jr asked quizzically."  "What does dumbass mean?"  "Well darlin, it means incompetent, indifferent, and no
ambition to make it different."  "Mama, what does indifferent mean?"



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mariez:

--- Quote from: Penthesilea on January 08, 2009, 02:57:50 pm ---It had sandy-brown hair that curled over the collar and brown eyes somewhere between honey and chocolate.

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That's my idea of inspiration!  Wonderful, Chrissi!



--- Quote from: ifyoucantfixit on January 08, 2009, 03:41:11 pm ---                                                   Lil Darlin

        "Mama, Jr asked quizzically."  "What does dumbass mean?"  "Well darlin, it means incompetent, indifferent, and no
ambition to make it different."  "Mama, what does indifferent mean?"
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 :laugh:  It's obvious that you know the minds of children, Janice! 

Thanks,
Marie

mariez:
Honored Heirlooms
She regarded her daughter with a kind of awe at times, and some envy, at how comfortably she achieved her goals.  Once upon a time, she'd held a secret desire to go to college, maybe become a writer.  A silly dream, of course; the only lady writer she'd known of was the one who'd written the "Who's Out and About!" column in the Women's Section of the paper.
 
She'd tucked that part of herself away the day she married L.D., her ambitions gathering dust like the heirlooms stored in the back of her closet, but she liked to believe she'd still managed to pass them on to her only child. 
 
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mariez:
Okay, let's see if these prompts can inspire something!  :)


* keep your nose clean
* "gee whiz"
* chip on your shoulder
Marie

mariez:
When The Chips Are Down
It seemed as if John C. Twist had been born with a chip on his shoulder, always daring someone to knock it off, but unwilling to remove it himself. 

He could feel it growing on his own shoulder sometimes –  when he'd followed Aguirre's sleep-with-the-sheep order, when he'd curried favor with that bastard L.D., when he'd been unable to help Bobby 'cause Lureen had the money and called the shots, when he'd driven 1,200 miles north for nothing -  but he'd always tried to shove it away. 

Because he wasn't no chip off the old block, that was for damn sure.   

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