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:
This is really good! Im excited to have you on 100 word!
welcome to 100 words and good job, cousin.
Well done! Welcome to the Challenge. This is a great start.
Nice job!
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.
well done! Welcome to 100 Words. And, lceel!!! cracks up.
Welcome to 100 Words! Great job, I don't mind being stabbed or watching, but I get it.
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