Today's guest post brought to you by none other than Kelly, the Gene Pool Diva, regular GBE2 participant and recorder of all sorts of funny family conversations. Her posts are known to inspire true fits of laughing out loud, as you'll soon find out by reading below! If you want a daily dose of humor and dialogue, I highly recommend that you check her out!
And now, without further ado, Gene Pool Diva. Take it away Kelly!
After three weeks on the road, I stepped over my threshold and into the escalating odor of fish. I still haven't identified the source. Well, of course Rob's the culprit, but where do I pinpoint the problem? Tiny, suspicious dots form a trail from the kitchen, through the dining room and out to the lanai. Stains bloom on the counter. My sneakers stick to tiled floors. Did he drag the trash can liner from room to room, again? Did … oh crap, Alana's waiting.
I promised Alana a writing exercise. I don't know anything about writing exercises. According to Beamer, my internal dialogue is proof of mental illness. Great, but how do I turn that into an assignment? Dunno. I just know the clock is inching toward noon. Then I stumble on Haiku.
I remember Haiku. Weren't they nature inspired?
Then it occurs to me that Rob and culture are on a collision course.
Rob and nature are on a collision course.
Rob and I are about to collide
writercize: So, I suggest a round of partner-inspired haiku. Haiku that even hubby, brained by a cast iron skillet, can understand.
Here's my attempt.
Whole house smells of fish
I contemplate Rob's demise
Who will walk the dog
No, don't talk to me
I still remember shark guts
frozen bits of beer
I raise the rafters
Boy escapes to mow the lawn
Sweet dog cuddles close
Alana's eyes roll
Uh oh, wheres the back up plan
Beth, about Friday
Ahem, you're next.
((Side notes: There are still two guest spots available this year to interested parties. Scroll along the left hand side of my blog for more information.
For a quick reminder on the rules of haiku, see this post.))