The story part of the story seems to be missing, heh.
… of a girl named Y who lived in California.
..who was busy with 3 lovely kids….all of them had hair of black…like their mother…
I hope eveything is ok.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled broadcast??
Um, the story was lacking something. A plot, perhaps? And words?
I know, I know, everybody’s a critic, right?
all about how/my life got flipped/turned upside down
Well, there’s an ad underneath, but unless *that’s* the story, then it appears I am once again in the dark.
That was a heck of short story. 😉
This is a test. In the event of a real emergency an announcement would follow.
…..is this the story about BJs you promised you were going to write in your FB status? If it is, it’s pretty much like the ones around here, non existant! Heh I am so funny.
It’s the story of how Yvonne hit publish instead of save draft. One of my favorites!
This is a great trick for story ideas! Hmmm, maybe about kids, school, crazy holidays and getting back to routine?
edge of y’seat kinda stuff that…
Hey thats the story of my life too.
First of all, I love you guys. You never disappoint me.
Second– Carissa got it right. I meant to save this to draft, but the vicodin must have made me hit publish instead. I should delete it, but the comments make me laugh, so it’s staying.
And I’m filing this under “I’m a dumbass.”
Great cliff hanger!
…who popped one too many pills that her English skills dissipated in the haze.
You are a trailblazer.
Monet is the father of Impressionism, Wright the Arts and Crafts movement, Picasso Cubism, and now Yvonne with wordless blogging. We’ll call it Wogging, or in honor of you, Yogging.
Èçâèíèòå, âû — íåãð, èëè ýòî ó âàñ ñèíÿê òàêîé
…about a little guy that lives in a blue world?
(and all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue?)
… of how I deliberately hit publish to see if my readers would rise to the occasion. And they did.
Hush up y’all and let her tell it! 😉
The comments are a riot!
Âïåðâûå ñëûøó, ÿ â øîêå
Was it a dark and stormy night? I like ones that start like that
“… bout a man named Charlie on a tragic and fateful day”
reference only understood by Bostonians who sing in bars.
Minimalism really is the
this is totally cracking me up. Yogging! Ha!
The sad thing is this post is better than all the posts I’ve done the last five months!
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