Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Pointy Things

Sharp objects bring out the squeamish in me. I'm probably alone when I say that as a child of the '50's and '60's watching a western with my family, my peepers slammed shut when some unsuspecting cowboy received an arrow to the chest! And when Elizabeth Turner plunged a knife into the undead chest of Captain Barbossa I was a goner. Heck, I wasn't too thrilled last week when the guy next to me at Outback stabbed his steak knife into a rare t-bone. And don't get me started on tetanus shots. Anyone got any smelling salts? I'm feeling green.
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7 comments:

  1. BoJanuary 5, 2011 at 1:59 PM

    This is really good! Im excited to have you on 100 word!

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  2. LanceJanuary 5, 2011 at 2:10 PM

    welcome to 100 words and good job, cousin.

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  3. Tara R.January 5, 2011 at 2:59 PM

    Well done! Welcome to the Challenge. This is a great start.

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  4. UnknownJanuary 6, 2011 at 2:47 AM

    Nice job!

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  5. UnknownJanuary 6, 2011 at 5:20 AM

    Well done. I, too, prefer NOT to be stabbed with needles - but as one ages, it becomes more and more frequent. Just thinking about it gives me a case of butt pucker.

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  6. PurpleMooseJanuary 8, 2011 at 3:34 PM

    well done! Welcome to 100 Words. And, lceel!!! cracks up.

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  7. Ms. MaggieJanuary 10, 2011 at 6:01 AM

    Welcome to 100 Words! Great job, I don't mind being stabbed or watching, but I get it.

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