Today’s post is brought to you by any letter other than T.
A challenge presented by The Mad Grad Students Missing Letter Mondays.
I’m weary. I read my challenge and wonder, “Can I really survive one more week of avoiding words???” I’ve finished A-S, so I’m deep in by now…
Sigh. Okay. Buck up.
My Monday morning joy: apprehensively occupying space in a car mechanic’s area. No worries, our car is fine…my wheels need moving around so here I am, feeling very female.
Much like being in a barber shop, I feel awkward. As if my ovaries confuse our surroundings, muddying auras and flubbing balance. My organs and I perch in our chair, blogging clumsily, bungling words and repairing each one’s spelling for review. Eleven proofreads and still I keep finding banned __s.
My Monday morning “well, crap”: no oil changes offered here. One more errand for me before I’m done.
Riddle from the Middle 