We were in love, a couple of small town kids with no future. We knew that we would never get out of this town if he didn't enlist. Boot camp was hard, he was gone for what seemed like forever as I planned our wedding. We were married, and he was deployed two weeks later.
She probably didn't think I would dare review the teacher but, I don't obey the rules much, do I.
Next up is Jenny's.
“Just laugh,” my Mom threatened. “Don’t make me get him.”
“Fine,” I retorted, “Pilgrims! Are you happy now?”
My Mom stormed out and returned dragging my Dad. “She’s being a smart-ass! Make her be nice!”
Slowly taking off this belt, he asked me, “Is it the ‘if April showers bring May flowers, what do Mayflowers bring’ joke’?”
“Yes! But, it’s not fair, Dad. She never laughs at my jokes! Why do I have to laugh at her stupid ones? It’s…”
I let out a yelp as the belt met the bare skin of my legs.
“Your sister is dying,” he said grimly, “You will laugh.”
The last one I am going to review is done by my writing mentor
My husband just had to build a ship. Now I’m stuck below deck as storms rage above me.
I want to see dry land. I want to walk on solid ground.
Do you know how hard it is to prepare a meal when this big hulk pitches and rolls in the waves?
And who takes care of the kids and other creatures (that just seemed to appear out of nowhere)?
Me, that’s who.
Need I mention the stench?
HE keeps saying, “April showers bring May flowers.”
“Noah, shut up! After forty days and forty nights, can’t you come up with something better?”
To even be writing in a group of people like these is a great learning experience for me. They all inspire me to try to learn and be better each and every week.