Don't Stew On It

I enjoyed the interaction with you all yesterday. It really was nice to have a civil discussion on the matter of politics. It's not an area I tend to delve into very often, but as I'm sure you know, it's nearly impossible to avoid this time of year.

Well, it appears that Fall has made its grand entry to the pacific northwest. It's raining outside, the wind is blowing leaves out of the trees, and the air is a bit chilly this morning. We decided a bit of comfort food was in order for dinner last night. Lisa made a small pot of beef stew. Yum-O Lots of groceries in it, just like mom used to make. . . well sort of. And what's better with a bowl of hot and hearty stew? Scratch baked cornbread with a little butter and honey on it! Yep, a simple dinner that tasted like a meal fit for a king.

Here, I saved you some.

Now you didn't think I was going to forget what day it is did you? It's Saturday, and that means round these here parts, it's time for a Wordzzle or two partner. Don't ask me why the sudden need to go western speak there. Do ask me where you can find the others playing along with this writing challenge. That'd be at Ravens place, found here.

This week we had the following words to work with:

Mini: washing machine, cholesterol, blatantly, Birdman of Alcatraz, poltergeist

Ten Word: tattletale, homogeneous, flighty, cornucopia, plethora, militant, lovelorn, myopic, digitalized, mute

Oi vey!

~~~The Mini~~~
"Matter-O-Fact"

He slammed the lid on the washing machine, popped his cholesterol medication and blatantly declared, "We're not watching that movie about the Birdman of Alcatraz again!. Tonight we're watching something completely mindless like Poltergeist!"

~~~The Ten Word~~~
"Nanner Nanner Nanner"

"If you don't stop bugging me, I'm going to tell mom you did something bad." Maria's little brother didn't stop though.

"That's it you little brat!" and with that she swept her arm across the dining room table and toppled the centerpiece to the floor. "Let's see what mom has to say about this!"

"But I didn't do it!" Danny replied.

"Ya, but mom doesn't know that." his sister snidely said.

"MOM! Danny just destroyed your cornucopia!" Maria really enjoyed playing the part of the household tattletale.

Making her way up the stairs, she continued firing off a plethora of other accusations, almost militant in her determination. Poor Danny, he was lovelorn. He wanted so much to be liked by his older sister, but she was too myopic to see that his sometimes flighty behavior was only a childish attempt to gain her attention.

Continuing her homogeneous string of of hurtful insults and outright lies about the afternoon's events, she made her way into the laundry room where her mother was folding some clothes. With one eyebrow raised, her mom asked, "What is it this time dear?"

"Danny won't leave me alone and then for no reason at all he destroyed your..."

Cutting her off, Danny reached into his pocket and pulled out a small digitized voice recorder he'd found on his father's desk. Hitting the play button, Maria had no choice but to stand there mute as the "real" conversation that had taken place a few minutes earlier was replayed for their mother.