"A wine box! Unforgiveable!" she snorted as she flounced into the next boutique with Rudolfo. Her name was Fancy, and she often moaned about that fact privately to her 750 most intimate friends on Facebook, tweeted it to the world on Twitter, and chewed it over until the wee hours on her blog, Confessions of a Posh Styler. She thought about changing her name but couldn't decide: Verenique? Cari? Silk? (Psilk?) Polls conducted on social media were inconclusive, and she tended to set the problem aside whenever more pressing issues came up - like what to wear and what/whom to bring to Trina and Tony's next Saturday afternoon. They were calling it a garden party - if you could call that little patio off the alley a garden. Fancy would need to work some serious magic to bring in a little tone. Thus the shopping expedition with Rudolfo (infallible in the territory of scathing wit and forward style) and the search for The dress. And The bottle of wine. Who made that suggestion, anyway - she was so disconcerted that she couldn't even remember. She just knew that when she did, that social zero would be off her lists (every one of them) forever.

The only thing I'll ever hear you say

Have you ever walked past people who are having a conversation and caught them right at the moment that they're saying something that sounds completely outrageous out of context? When that happens to me, the thought sometimes occurs to me that the only way I'll know these people is from that randomly experienced statement - I could make up a whole life story about them and never know whether any of it is true.

This week, make up a story about the person who, just as you walk by, says, "A wine box? Unforgivable!"

Parking spaces - they don't make 'em like they used to...

I don't have a big car, but I find that parking my vehicle has gotten more difficult lately. I'm not sure why. My car isn't that wide, and I'm not a bad driver. But every time I need to swing into a space, I actually stop and consider it. Parallel parking is out of the question. I really like the spots that let me drive through to the next spot, so I don't have to back out. Next, I look for places with 3 spots spaced together, so I can park in the middle one with no one on either side of me. If I back out right, is there a spot with no one on the left?

Clearly I'm over thinking this. Am I getting older and timid?

Or do they just not make parking spots like they used to??

They don't make them like they used to....

April 20 writing (not in iambic)

Today is the same as my yesterday, which is the same as my tomorrow. We worker ants thrive on consistency.

Every day, I leave the commune to secure food and carry it back. I carry dirt when we need to expand our underground community. I carry the fallen bodies of my comrades when their time has ended. Day in, day out, I carry.

My goal is survival for my community and not necessarily myself. The goals and needs of the whole group are more important than my individual safety. Should I not return, there will be another to take my place, and life for my fellow ants will continue as before.

Until that day occurs, I continue to carry.

April 20 Assignment

Write something from an ant's point of view. If you want, do it in iambic pentameter.
Iambic Pentameter