Happy Valentine’s Day for those of you able and willing to celebrate it! Yeah. I missed yesterday. It was my wonderful wife’s birthday, so post-work time included a fancy dinner and spending time with her.

See here for my intro to what I’m doing this month. Check the bottom of the post for links to other people that are participating on their own blogs.

Five Random Words:

  • bombardier
  • reallocation
  • dukedoms
  • felting
  • Squibb

Free Association:

  • duke
  • earl
  • king
  • queen
  • chess
  • checkmate
  • finality
  • death
  • the end
  • stories
  • short stories
  • novels
  • WIP (Work In Progress)
  • rough draft
  • critiques
  • edits
  • editors
  • publication
  • self publishing
  • cover art
  • layout
  • interior art
  • deviant art
  • words
  • spelling
  • grammar
  • cookies


Gramma gingerly put on her oven mitts — I think her arthritis bothered her more than she let on — before carefully pulling the tray of cookies from the oven. As she turned to put them on the counter, her elbow bumped the edge of the open oven door, and the freshly baked goodies dropped to the floor.

“Oh, shoot,” Gramma said.

That was about as coarse as her language ever got. I heard her say “damn” once and “crap” a couple of times, and those moments were downright scandalous for her.

We both stood there, looking down at the pile of brown cookies and dark chocolate chips mired in a mess on the hardwood floor.

I locked eyes with Gramma. “What do we do now?”

“Well, Dearie. I think we just clean up this mess and get to making new cookies. The oven’s still warm, so it won’t take long. How about you get the broom and dustpan while I start in on the next batch?”

That sounded fine to me, so I leaped to and grabbed the cleaning implements from beside the pantry. Before long, I had the mess cleaned up and put the broom away.

As I walked toward Gramma’s side, I distinctly heard her mumble under her breath, “I gotta make sure and not drop the fucking cookies again.”

Other Participants:

Stace Johnson