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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Cleaning out the Rottery

I can hide behind the snow cream until first thaw. After that, it's every Hungry Man for himself. I'm going to have to check out what's growing on the cheddar and surging from the sour cream. It's spring--time to (insert scary music here) clean out the refrigerator. Join me at Stage of Life as I strap on protective gear. I'm going in!


Travis Erwin said...

Just don't get so desperate you eat any of that devilish lettuce.

Anonymous said...

Borrow the captain's green typing gloves so you won't get carpul (sp)tunnel !!!! Oh yeah, giant clothes pins tooo.