I took a different belly dancing class with a different teacher this week. And I different Kirsten, for that matter, I went with coworker KK. You can never have too many belly dancing Kirstens in your life. This class was longer, the teacher was better, the results were sweatier. We worked harder and I ended up with more sore more muscles. I am going to stick with this class, as I like the teacher better. My cousin Kirsten is going to join us next week. I’ll be surrounded by Kirstens!
I’m a bit slow on the 50 word fiction this morning, I’ve been posting at Satan’s Bookclub. Yes! I have! Just a couple of newsy bits, but I’ve been missing the place lately, and wanted to give it some of my attentions. Which is this mornings theme… are there things or people in your life who need your attention?
Kitten Communication
She woke with a snort, unable to breath, feeling of panic in her chest. Sitting up quickly, she dislodged the cat from her face.
“Well, you wanted my attention, you have it now.”
Sitting at the foot of the bed, everything in the cat’s serene posture said “breakfast time!”
The arctic front plowed through with eight inches of snow to boot. Fifty three of my feathered friends huddled on my window sills, staring directly into my soul, quietly expressing their collective desire. They pecked twice in unison.
Finally, I screamed, “I know! I know! Fill the fucking bird feeder …”
As he left the prison, John Hinckley rubbed his wrists where the plastic zip tie had bound him moments ago. The prearranged taxi pulled up when, quite unexpectedly, Jodi Foster popped out. “John, you fool,” she cried as she embraced him, “next time you want my attention, just say so!”