That Moment...

Too late! My imagination is on a wild journey! Goodbye reality!

 

TMW you see an adolescent bluejay on the ground being fed by the mother bluejay. The baby's fine, not injured in any way, just sort of chilling on the ground.

TMW you decide to give the little one space and keep the dogs on leashes and take them everywhere not where the little one is. I'll leave the rest up to the mommy bluejay.

 

So how's the kitty? They take a lot of hand-feeding when they're that little.

 

Unfortunately, it turned out that we couldn't avoid the drama. Thanks for asking.

 

Meaning? Meaning?

 

TMW you are writing that non-fiction book about anxiety and within the hour, you're 1,296 words in. Huh. Interesting, guess I've really wanted to talk about this for a long time.

 

It died five days later.

 

That moment, when you accidentally 'dagger' your own position, while the JTAC is trying to hone the approach vector for a harrier.

That moment, when you and your son laugh for a whole minute at the Grinch saying "Pooh-pooh to the who's".

 

That moment when you realize there's a whole generation (or two) that have no idea what it means to call someone a Mrs. Kravitz.

 

What's a Mrs. Kravitz? (I'm 54, so if I'm ignorant, it's not because I'm young.)

 

The nosy neighbor from Bewitched.

 

Well, you tried. And it didn't die in the trash can, poor kitteh.

 

TMW there's a crazy storm complete with hail and 80 mile an hour straight-line winds, but because those winds aren't rotating, you're not too concerned. Then the winds knock your power out, and your seven-year-old isn't able to discern between damaging high winds killing the electricity and the apocalypse. Next thing you know, you find him in the closet with a flash light, various toys, canned goods, and a jug of water, asking, "Do we have enough supplies to survive for a long time?"

 

You should have told him - "We should be able to survive for awhile. As long as the zombies don't show up."

 

TMW you realise that you have almost completed your first year at university (almost) unscathed

 

TMW you realize that in the middle of writing that book about anxiety...

• It sounds like you're just rambling about your anxiety.

• You realize you'll have to talk about this forum.

• Folks, is it OK if I talk about this forum? Trust me, I've nothing but good things to say about it. If anyone wants me to give them a shout-out, PM me.

TMW you realize you may have just done a shameless plug-in.

 

Fiction or nonfiction?

 

Non-Fiction.

 

TMW you realize it's time to vacuum. The baby's just rolled over and looks like an everything bagel.

 

At my house, a baby could roll over and look like a Wookiee.

 

TMW you write post on your company FB page about how much you appreciate your clients, and you realize 10 hours too late that when you meant "two months" you mistyped and wrote "to months."

 

The moment when you realize your laptop's battery doesn't last as long as it used to.

Cue the spasms and wails of grief since your laptop is your baby, you gots lots of stuff on there, and you haven't backed it up yet since every time you go to do so... "eh, I'll do it later".

 

I demand you praise me as a living god!!!

...Nah, I'd probably just get embarrassed if you mention me.

 

Wait, did you have any porn of it? If not, it's okay. You don't need all that other rubbish like your work and writing anyway.