My subject is: You are in the shower and hear the phone ring, jumping out to answer . . . what happens next?
It was submitted by: Dawn of Cognitive Script.
What happens next? Well, that depends on a lot of things. Unless it's my younger son's name that's showing up on the caller ID, then I'll start to shake. He never calls for no reason or even just to check in. If it's just to inform me of something, or even if it's good news he'll text. But if he calls . . . the only good thing you know for sure is that he's both alive and conscious.
Here are a few scenarios.
1a) PurDude has called to tell me he's broken his leg. Wait, that can't possibly happen twice, can it?
OR
1b) PurDude has called to tell me he has not broken his leg. Would he do this? No, but a mama can hope for such a call. Daily (the hope, and the call).
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2a) PurDude has a flat tire (and probably a bent rim too). This can and has happened at least twice . . . every year.
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3a) I slip on the soapy water dripping off of my own body, fall and break my own leg trying to answer that telemarketer.
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3b) I don't fall and break my leg, but am rewarded for standing there cold and dripping by that kidnapper-sounding machine-generated telemarketer voice telling me that the IRS has a warrant out for my arrest. Do they take you in naked? Or can I at least dry off and put on some granny panties?
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4a) My oven is calling, I actually left that last batch of cookies in there before I went to take a quick shower and yeah, they're burning.
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4b) It isn't the oven calling at all, it's the fire department letting me know they're about to break down my front door.
Strawberry Cream Filled Chocolate Thumbprints
5a) I answer to hear that I've inherited a million dollars . . . if I can just provide my social security number and bank account.
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5b) Hubs, who buys my tickets for me, has called to say I won the lottery. Question is, did he put on his glasses before checking those numbers. And if he says "April fools", he's a dead man.
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6a) College Boy needs me to come open the door, he's lost his key. Again.
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6b) College Boy has called to say that he hasn't allowed yet another key to our house to be out there for burglars to find, for a change . . . but I locked the top lock (which I never do, and for which he doesn't have a key) and the garage keypad battery has died. Oops, my bad (on both counts).
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7a) College Boy has called to tell me that it's his turn, he's broken his leg, and just as I'm about to crumble to the (wet) floor in tears, adds "April fools!!!".
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7b) My bank is calling about suspected fraud on my account (yes, again but not through someone hacking Amazon this time). Have I bought a couple of jet skis lately? In Uzbekistan?
Me (desperately): " Please say "April Fools", please say "April Fools".
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The moral of the story: take showers seriously friends, turn your water on and your ringer off.
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Wandering Web Designer
Cognitive Script
The Bergham Chronicles
The Crazy Mama Llama
Climaxed
Southern Belle Charm
Bookworm in the Kitchen
Stacy Sews and Schools
Strawberry Cream Filled Chocolate Thumbprints
2 eggs, room temperature
1 stick butter, softened
1 stick margarine, softened
1/2 cup brown sugar
2 TBSP chocolate syrup
2 cups flour
2/3 cup baking cocoa
1/2 of a 7 oz jar of marshmallow creme
1/4 cup seedless strawberry jam
1/2 tsp strawberry extract
Directions:
*NOTE: We're only using the egg yolks in this recipe. With one more egg white you can make my Strawberry White Chocolate Chip Meringues.
*Separate the eggs and beat the egg yolks with the butter, margarine, brown sugar and chocolate syrup until smooth. Mix in flour and baking cocoa. Refrigerate the dough for at least an hour.
*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cover baking sheets with parchment paper.
*Form the dough into approximately 1-inch balls and place on the baking sheets.
*Make an indentation into the center of each cookie, making sure you don't go all the way through.
*Bake for 12 minutes. Remove from oven and, using the bottom of a wooden spoon, press the centers gently to reform the indentation. Cool completely.
*Whisk together the marshmallow creme, strawberry jam and strawberry extract. Spoon about 1 tsp into the indentation of each cooled cookie.
These look amazing! I love the combo of chocolate and strawberries. I love long, hot showers even more. :)
ReplyDeleteMe too, on both counts.
DeleteOmg!!!! Those cookies are to die for!! But not from falling in the shower....
ReplyDeleteLove you!!!!!
Ha ha! Love you back!
DeleteOh my gosh, girl! You have an active imagination! But anyone who is as creative as you are, needs one!
ReplyDeleteWell, some of it is imagination, the rest? It's my life.
Deleteabsolutely hysterical! Yes, totally turn off the phone and enjoy that shower. Somehow I have a feeling all those scenarios may have happened.
ReplyDeleteWell, some of them anyway.
DeleteCookies look wonderful and turn off the ringer!
ReplyDeleteYes, and not only while I'm in the shower.
DeleteI rarely get a phone call while I'm in the shower, but if I hear the ringer I totally ignore it. That's what voice mail is for. However, I WILL cut my shower short to check if there is a message waiting for me :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm always afraid one of my boys will need something and I won't be there. I long for a day in the future when I can just ignore the phone.
DeleteLove the writing prompts. My fav was the one about the firemen knocking down the door. I'll have to read responses to it.
ReplyDeleteYes, I deliberately designed this challenge so we're all writing about something different, not the same thing. The different prompts are fun and interesting.
DeleteI refuse to take a shower when no one is home anymore. Hubby scared me in the shower about three years ago when I thought I was home alone. No wonder I have a heart problem! Besides it's either a kid who has an emergency and needs: money, gas, or a babysitter or most likely a damn telemarketer!
ReplyDeleteI can't even imagine thinking you're home alone when in the shower and having someone scare you like that. That's actually worse than jumping out to answer for a telemarketer.
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