I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend! I did the expected 4th of July pig-out thing with hamburgers, potato salad, corn on the cob, and watermelon. I also tried to get the girls to show off their patriotism, but they were . . . not amused.

After lots of treats, I finally managed to get a picture of each. Don’t believe Chloe’s pathetic expression – there was no torture involved.

 

Actually, the torture started when the sun went down and the fireworks started. Chloe sleeps through anything, so she didn’t care, but poor Freya was freaked out. She’s usually not scared of this type of stuff, but I guess she’s getting more nervous about things as she gets older. She attempted to climb into my lap several times, but since she weighs 90 pounds, it was a challenge for both of us. Fortunately, her fears of an impending apocalypse were unfounded, and we survived for me to be able to share my 15 Minute Tweet Tales today: 

 

7/2 – The coworkers convoke a powwow about Pam's gross brownies. Out of pity Sue told Pam they were yummy, now they have to eat them everyday.

 

7/3 – Jess flinched as a volant form passed her window. Too big to be a bird. It shrieked and her blood froze. The noise was not of this earth.

 

7/4 – Under the shimmering 4th fireworks, Abby leans in for her first kiss, hoping it feels like the pyrotechnics described in romances novels.

 

7/5 – Each year folks gather at ancient monuments for solstitial festivals, half expecting otherworldly visitors. But they arrived long ago.

 

7/6 – The man selling goobers at the games always gave me an extra scoop; I always showed him some extra leg. We called our first kid Peanut.

 

7/7 – The Professor's love of chocolate was bruited about, so failing Kim made him brownies. She didn't know about his nut allergy. Or did she?

 

7/8 – Dan's charge to preserve life is scuppered when a unicorn trips, poking a hole in the ark. Luckily, the Boss had enlisted Noah as a backup.

 

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?

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend! I did the expected 4th of July pig-out thing with hamburgers, potato salad, corn on the cob, and watermelon. I also tried to get the girls to show off their patriotism, but they were . . . not amused.

After lots of treats, I finally managed to get a picture of each. Don’t believe Chloe’s pathetic expression – there was no torture involved.

 

Actually, the torture started when the sun went down and the fireworks started. Chloe sleeps through anything, so she didn’t care, but poor Freya was freaked out. She’s usually not scared of this type of stuff, but I guess she’s getting more nervous about things as she gets older. She attempted to climb into my lap several times, but since she weighs 90 pounds, it was a challenge for both of us. Fortunately, her fears of an impending apocalypse were unfounded, and we survived for me to be able to share my 15 Minute Tweet Tales today: 

 

7/2 – The coworkers convoke a powwow about Pam's gross brownies. Out of pity Sue told Pam they were yummy, now they have to eat them everyday.

 

7/3 – Jess flinched as a volant form passed her window. Too big to be a bird. It shrieked and her blood froze. The noise was not of this earth.

 

7/4 – Under the shimmering 4th fireworks, Abby leans in for her first kiss, hoping it feels like the pyrotechnics described in romances novels.

 

7/5 – Each year folks gather at ancient monuments for solstitial festivals, half expecting otherworldly visitors. But they arrived long ago.

 

7/6 – The man selling goobers at the games always gave me an extra scoop; I always showed him some extra leg. We called our first kid Peanut.

 

7/7 – The Professor's love of chocolate was bruited about, so failing Kim made him brownies. She didn't know about his nut allergy. Or did she?

 

7/8 – Dan's charge to preserve life is scuppered when a unicorn trips, poking a hole in the ark. Luckily, the Boss had enlisted Noah as a backup.

 

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?