|Hey, loser! Why don't you just go get a job?!?!|
Summer has some thoughts on raising children that I enthusiastically endorse. Hey, my kids have turned out just fine. What? Don't look at me in that tone of voice.*
Bonus alert! Randal whistles past the graveyard. And it's a wrap!
UPDATED: We get the many sides of Geoffrey.
UPDATED TWICE! Summer love in bright light.
Thanks to those of you who've stuck with me through this challenge. It's turned out to be a great writing prompt so if any of you are ever casting about for writing ideas, I highly recommend it. And thanks to Summer, Randal and Geoffrey for joining me in this endeavor. I hope you had fun with it, too.
So in case you hadn't gathered from the photo, I want to join The Revolt. Occupy Atlanta is growing and it's time to lend my voice. Especially before it gets cold. Yeah, I'm a weather creampuff. Why do you think I live in the South? The strong labor unions? The politically correct flags? The religious diversity? Heck, I can kill two birds with one hand-lettered and correctly spelled protest sign - I can get involved and make contact with the hippies. Man, I haven't
Yeah, it would be good for me to get out of my head and into the mix. I'd be safer with the threat of pepper spray and cops in need of anger-management classes.
|But hey, that's part of my charm!|