Flash 55 - prick lee

your love is like a prickly pear

or

it

may

be

like an overprotective mama bear

you look all round, yummy and sweet

but

just

look

out

you’ve claws in your bumps and feet

you inflict on me lots of hurt and pain

must

be

totally

insane

‘cause i keep coming back again and again

Don't upset the G-Man by forgetting to post yours on Friday.

TWT #2 - Bought and Paid

Quilly has a weekly game called Three Word Thursday. This is Week 2. Learn how to play and learn some new-old words. This is my second week in a row of joining in. Wow, that's bordering on consistency. Go see who else is playing.

Bought and Paid

I don't know anything about numismatics. As far as I am concerned, coins are for putting in soda machines or my numerous change jars or my jewelry box if they are pretty or different enough. I have no real idea of the value of any particular coin. I just know what I like and I like wheat pennies for some reason.

I also like to tempt fate by pretending that I am superstitious. I will make up little dares for the universe just to see if I get smote. So far I have no burn marks on my buttocks.

I married in 2001. At that time I was 43. I don't mind telling you that since we all know I turned 50 last year. I don't cry too much about it. Let's move on.

I had never been married before and neither had my fella.

QV (my husband) said to me one day:

"Wanna?"

"Sure, why not?"

I looked up from my book.

"Wanna what exactly?"

"Get married so we can have a party."

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan." (I warn you, this is an incredibly romantic story.)

So just for grins and giggles, I gave the powers that be an opportunity to dash my little girl hopes. I would cancel the nuptials unless I was able to find thirteen wheat pennies before the wedding. I figured if this was something the Big Guy wanted me to do after all these years he could give me a sign. I had six months to get my hint.

We rented the hall and I found one wheat penny in the parking lot. I sent out invitations and booked a caterer. I received a few of the required coins as change. The date of the event got closer but I still lacked my baker's dozen.

Imagine the fracas I caused when I began telling people we would have to call the event off because I only had eight pennies.

Being of perspicacious mind and not wanting to lose his wonderful catch, QV dumped the contents of all of our coin jars on the living room carpet and came up with the bride price.