I read a little thing on the Powells Books blog, and it caught my eye. Now, whenever I have a free moment, I'm writing 6-Word Memoirs - or if not exactly "memoirs," then at least little summaries of my day. It's very Facebook, but instead of pithy little status updates... Colleen is: staring at the computer as the girls pull out the cat's claws one by one. Colleen is: dancing the Macarena with the dog... it's more like a haiku for the day. Or the hour. Or the mood. Try it, what'cha got?
Friday: KinderCare has borrowed the noise.
Cold fingers - Hot tea? Red wine?
My hair: messy. My brain: tired.
What will we have for dinner?
What, another homework assignment? No way.
Rancid dog farts. Well, he's old.
...wow, those are a little dark. Maybe I'll try more after that glass of wine...
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