Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 205

I hope everyone had an amazing holiday week! My Christmas was pretty awesome. The entire family gathered at my parents’ for five days, and we ate a lot of delicious food (A LOT), watched some movies, played with doggies, had fun with Christmas presents, and did some drinking, too. 
I found a cool kit to make funky cosmos, so we experimented with that on two different days. It was fun, but I’m not sure how successful the results were – they didn’t look much like the pictures in the instruction book, but they were quite tasty!
Holiday Drinks
To add to the holiday excitement, my sister got a new dog the week before named Bear. He's a 2-year-old Black Lab/Australian Shepherd mix that belonged to a friend of hers who could no longer keep him. He’s such a sweet goofball. This was his first meeting with Freya and Chloe. They weren’t entirely sure they loved him. Or in Freya’s case maybe she loved him too much because she was like his white shadow the whole time, which caused some tension. With four big dogs in the house it was a little chaotic, especially since we had to stay on guard to break up any doggie scuffles, but they are all such love muffins that it’s worth a little bit of stress. 
Then my birthday was on the 27th. I’m at the point where I kind of dread birthdays a little, but my family made it fun. We had dinner at my favorite Thai place (so, so yummy!!), and my brother made me an Oreo crust, chocolate, caramel pie that is so rich that it took me three sittings to eat ONE piece. But it’s so delicious!!
Birthday cake
You can see that Freya was licking her lips hoping to get a piece, but chocolate is bad for doggies. And can y'all guess what I wished for? The same thing I've been wishing for the last few years - let's hope 2016 is the year it finally comes true!
And then for even more holiday excitement, my brother ALSO got a new dog yesterday. She's four months old and is supposedly a mix of husky, lab, and bloodhound. He's naming her Remy after Rémy Martin Cognac because his previous dog was Bailey since she was the color of Baileys Irish Cream. I hear she’s a lovebug, and I can’t wait to meet her on New Year’s Day!!
Okay, that’s enough about my holiday week - here are my latest round of 15 Minute Tweet Tales:
12/23 - Tina laughs at Sturm und Drang during book club when she admits cookies aren't gluten-free. They've been eating them for years issue-free.
12/24 - A broken leg, car, and marriage made this a terrible year, but winning the lottery on December 31st turned it into an annus mirabilis.
12/25 - When brother opens present, she throws a fit because it's not comme il faut. The youngest always goes first!! Mom mutters,"Merry Christmas."
12/26 - Tim felt being president of the HOA made him ex officio the arbiter of taste. Sue disagreed and pulverized his garden gnomes with a hammer.

15 Minute Tweet Tales

12/27 - When Mother sweeps into a room, Darth Vader's leitmotif plays in my head. Today's black dress completes the look. Can she read my mind?
12/28 - Each day she leaves his grave and whispers, "Au revoir," adamant they'll soon reunite. But at night she holds the gun and loses her nerve.
12/29 - Ivy stares at her sparse curriculum vitae. She really wants this job. She starts typing. Creative writing was always her strongest skill.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?


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Lots of new puppies! Looks like your holidays were lots of fun! Glad to hear that your birthday was happy- that cake looks delicious. Wishing you a Happy 2016 filled with good health, happiness, and of course what you wished for when you blew out your candles. :)

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And then the curtains were dropped, the watcher retired a little out of sight, and everything was subdued into absolute stillness. Mrs. Damerel sat down noiselessly in the background, and covered her face with her hands, and wept silent tears, few and bitter. She had felt him to be hard upon her many a day; she had seen what was wanting in him; but he was her husband, the first love of her youth, and her heart was rent asunder by this separation. She had enough to think of besides, had she been able; she had poverty to face, and to bring up her children as best she could in a world which henceforward would not be kind and soft to them as it had been hitherto. Her soul was heavy with a consciousness of all that was before her; but, in the mean time, she had room for no distinct feeling except oneā€”that her husband, her love, was going to be taken from her. This tremendous parting, rending asunder of two lives that had been one, was more than enough to fill all her mind; she had room for nothing more.

And he slept, or thought he slept, floating out of the vague pain and wonder of his waking thoughts into strange, vague visions, dimmer still, and then back again to the fancies which were waking and not sleeping. There was a dim impression of painfulness in them, rather than pain itself; wonder, curiosity, and that strange sense of an absolute blank which makes the soul giddy and the brain swim. Sometimes his mind seemed to himself to wander, and he got astray somehow, and felt himself sinking in an unfathomable sea, or striving to make his way through some blackness of night, some thorny wood in which there was no path. I suppose he was asleep then; but even he himself scarcely knew.

When he woke it was evening, and the lamp, carefully shaded, had been lit at the other end of the room. He liked the light; and, when he stirred and spoke, the watchers made haste to draw back the curtains. The serene evening sky, full of soft tints of reflection from the sunset, with breaks of daffodil light melting into ineffable soft greenness and blueness, shone in through the uncurtained window which he liked to have left so, that he might see the sky. Rose and her mother were close by the bright circle made by the lamp, one of them preparing some drink for him, the other opening a new bottle of medicine which had just been sent. Though it was all so familiar to him, the fact that he was to go away so soon seemed to throw a strangeness over everything, and gave a bewildering novelty even to the figures he knew so well.

ppst 2017.8.21

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