my anniversary, busy week and a poem
So today is my 13th wedding anniversary. Hard to believe. Patrick and I have been together for 13 1/2 years (14 in June) and married for 13. We did nothing really in celebration. Had to get up early because Patrick had PT at 9:30. Me and Jack sat in the car. Jack watched for birds and airplanes, I read The Twelve by Justin Cronin. Luckily it was a short visit. Then we ate at IHOP... all you can eat pancakes. I stuffed myself.
After that we stopped at IKEA to find a stool for Jack so he can reach the potty. We got that, some towels, shower curtain and bath mats for the kids' bathroom (looks totally different now). And we got a floor lamp for the living room (where the kids spend all their time). There's no overhead light in the room which is so stupid. Now they can sit in there and read at night.
Tomorrow we have to pick Owen and Brenna up from school around 1pm to take them to the eye doctor. Owen broke his frames and it's been over a year so he needs new ones anyway. Brenna just got replacement frames so she'll just have to get new lenses this time. Just remembered our insurance only covers frames every two years. He's going to have to go with something inexpensive at Vision Works.
Then Wednesday Patrick has PT at 11am so we'll be out again. He probably has it again on Friday but he didn't mention it to me. I need to stop at Target on the way home Wednesday to get a new calendar.
Oh, I finally cleaned up my room, lol. My bed hasn't been made in a week because I was washing my comforter then it was clean for two or three days but I didn't feel like putting it on my bed. Meanwhile a basket of clothes has been waiting to be folded for almost a week. Finally sucked it up and did all that while I was cooking dinner. I feel better now.
Now the poem. Written for the Weekly Quick Fic at writerverse. The prompt that got my attention: &%!#*#@
The form is called "triolet," a French form with repeating 1st and 2nd lines and only two rhymes. ABaAabBA
CAUTION: I suck at poetry, lol
[hidden for the nature of the poem]
Fuck It!
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
67 words
rating: R
WARNINGS: lots of swearing
a triolet poem
Sometimes in life you should just shout: "fuck it!"
Because just no other expletive will do.
When you are down on your luck...
Sometimes in life you should just shout: "fuck it!"
No damn, dick or bitch; nor cunt, piss or shit;
When life has you down and you're feeling blue...
Because just no other expletive will do,
Sometimes in life you should just shout: "fuck it!"
After that we stopped at IKEA to find a stool for Jack so he can reach the potty. We got that, some towels, shower curtain and bath mats for the kids' bathroom (looks totally different now). And we got a floor lamp for the living room (where the kids spend all their time). There's no overhead light in the room which is so stupid. Now they can sit in there and read at night.
Tomorrow we have to pick Owen and Brenna up from school around 1pm to take them to the eye doctor. Owen broke his frames and it's been over a year so he needs new ones anyway. Brenna just got replacement frames so she'll just have to get new lenses this time. Just remembered our insurance only covers frames every two years. He's going to have to go with something inexpensive at Vision Works.
Then Wednesday Patrick has PT at 11am so we'll be out again. He probably has it again on Friday but he didn't mention it to me. I need to stop at Target on the way home Wednesday to get a new calendar.
Oh, I finally cleaned up my room, lol. My bed hasn't been made in a week because I was washing my comforter then it was clean for two or three days but I didn't feel like putting it on my bed. Meanwhile a basket of clothes has been waiting to be folded for almost a week. Finally sucked it up and did all that while I was cooking dinner. I feel better now.
Now the poem. Written for the Weekly Quick Fic at writerverse. The prompt that got my attention: &%!#*#@
The form is called "triolet," a French form with repeating 1st and 2nd lines and only two rhymes. ABaAabBA
CAUTION: I suck at poetry, lol
[hidden for the nature of the poem]
Fuck It!
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
67 words
rating: R
WARNINGS: lots of swearing
a triolet poem
Sometimes in life you should just shout: "fuck it!"
Because just no other expletive will do.
When you are down on your luck...
Sometimes in life you should just shout: "fuck it!"
No damn, dick or bitch; nor cunt, piss or shit;
When life has you down and you're feeling blue...
Because just no other expletive will do,
Sometimes in life you should just shout: "fuck it!"