Ellen was dog-tired because of procrastination, the bain of her life which resulted in her communication essay not being completed until near three o’clock this morning. She had sluggishly made it down the stairs when she remembered having left her paper on the kitchen table! Bum deal, not walking thirty feet to put the paper in her bag last night, now demands a price of a three story climb.
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Three Line Tales Week 190. Challenge by Sonya https://only100words.xyz/2019/09/19/three-line-tales-week-190/
Photo by Alina Fedorchenko via Unsplash
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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Now isn’t that just the truth! Nice writing there, girlfriend!
I never procrastinate without regret! And thank you for the lovely words, dear Calin.