“We could begin again”, he offered and she shook her head and brushed his hand away from her naked thigh. He began to whistle his happy tune. 208 more words
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So, the overhead fluorescent light in our kitchen rarely works. It's a major PIA to replace the ballast. I flip the switch a dozen times real fast, hoping that at least one bulb will begin to flicker. When one does, I'll go away and leave it for an hour, with hopes that the magic will happen. Today it did and I started preparing my mindset for hauling my computer into the kitchen to open it up for maintenance. I walked into the kitchen, only to find that Lynda had emptied the big junk drawer onto the island and was bathing in OCD splendor as a result of looking for a particular bottle brush. Recognizing fate when I see it, I postponed my maintenance plans and ordered a new hard drive for the computer.
I have not been myself these past few weeks. In fact for most of August, I have been inactive. My trusty laptop died on me (well the screen didn’t work the way it used to,) not to mention migraine headaches, each and every day. 904 more words