My bowl of chicken soup was sitting on the kitchen table. It had been quite a while since I nuked it and it was probably barely tepid at this point.
Probably I should nuke it again, though if it had ever contained anything other than artificial flavoring and salt, nuking it would surely finish it off.
Nonetheless, I was disinclined to touch my soup. In fact, I didn’t want to go anywhere near it. I was standing just a little bit left of the bowl. I was still wrapped in a damp beach towel while my sandy, soggy bathing suit lay in a wet lump on the bathroom floor. I promised myself I’d go wash it out any minute.
Except for the cat. The toothy cat’s grin was hanging in the air.
The Cheshire Cat was back. His grin was hanging in the air in my kitchen. Any minute now his body would show up too.
He wanted my soup.
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Categories: Fiction, Humor, Marilyn Armstrong
I am assuming you were grinding your teeth when You broke your tooth Marilyn? Sorry I could not help myself. I was also going to say something about Micheal Jackson but realised his home was Neverland not Wonderland. oh dear I do think I have had too much coffee today. Come to OZ plenty of rabbit holes available here. In fact millions.
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Enjoyed that!
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I needed something light. It has been a heavy week. AND I broke a tooth during the voting returns.
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Seriously broke a tooth?
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The dentist said it’s not as bad as it looks. Just a piece of tooth and it’s not infected, just broken. I have to go back Saturday for a filling. Yes. Definitely broke a tooth.
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Thank god it’s not worse! phew
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that was meant to be define, but having considered it, divine fits too!
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Marilyn says, “if it had ever contained anything other than artificial flavoring and salt, nuking it would surely finish it off.”
Words of wisdom that divine a generation!!!
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I want my OWN rabbit hole. I need to go and hide for a few years. Wonderland sounds great to me.
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