Not really. It's raining a little, and we're too lazy to drive over to see what happened at the house today. Unless the power company showed up to install the permanent electric meter, probably not much.
Back to the dark & stormy night - there is a bad fiction contest called the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction contest. Your blogmistress, after volunteering at the Houston Rodeo earlier this year, got inspired and entered the contest for the first time. Alas, not even an honorable mention. Here was this year's winning entry:
For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity's affair, they greeted one another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss--a lengthy, ravenous kiss, Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity's mouth as if she were a giant cage-mounted water bottle
and he were the world's thirstiest gerbil.
This winner was written by Molly Ringle of Seattle, WA
Here is my entry, at least what I can remember. Note the circular theme:
As the sights and sounds of the rodeo swirled around his Stetson hat like a funnel cake cooked in grease that needed to be changed, but wasn't, because changing it would eat into the profit margin, Turner boarded the Tilt-a-Whirl and tried, but failed, to conquer his fear of motion sickness.
Well, there's always next year, blog fans.
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