Welcome to another edition of Story Time: Interactive Style. I think I need to explain the directions a little more clearly (I must have slow readers).
- I post a picture
- You look at the picture
- You think of funny/endearing/special/but mostly funny storyline to go with the picture
- You leave a comment with that story. Don’t know how to do this? At the end of the post you will see a nifty little white box that you can type in! What will they think of next? If you’re reading this from the main page of the blog then you’ll see little words at the bottom of the post that say “No Comments” or “2 Comments” or “53 Comments” (a girl can dream). Click on those words, it’s an actual working link that will take you to that little white box.
- You feel wonderful for making me feel wonderful
- We both have a really good day!
Ok, do you feel like you can do it now? Good! Here is this week’s picture. After it I will explain the actual situations of the last two weeks of pictures.
What in the world!?!? Tell me, what is going on?
Now, for the first Story Time I posted this picture. Loved all of the comments (but Leigh Anne, there was no story! Whatup?) Your fictional accounts were actually much better than what was happening. I was at a meeting with the “ladies who lunch” as I call them. They’re all great and that’s not a derogatory title. We were having a luau (obviously) and getting our limbo on. What was up for grabs for the person who could go the lowest? A gift certificate to the one, the only Euphoria Spa and Salon. In that small town it was a source of big city pampering. I was determined to win. Now, my husband can attest to the fact that when there’s a public contest with any kind of prize whatsoever involved, I will be the most competitive female out there. Maybe one time I’ll tell you the story of busting my butt in front of God and all of Du’s “office” members during a scavenger hunt-turned-musical chairs Christmas event. And I wasn’t even having a good hair night.
Of course, I won the luau. You didn’t doubt did you? And I used that gift certificate for a nice massage to unwind me from the amazing twist I got my spine into.
NUMBER TWO: I posted this picture. Dandelionmom, you get a special prize for having commented on both stories. And for having me almost wet my pants reading your versions. Please continue. We were visiting the grandparents in Arkansas. We went on a little sight seeing adventure down the Buffalo River. We were hoping to see some elk grazing along the banks. Didn’t see that, but we did spy these two horses being kept in a pasture by the river. After skipping rocks, jumping from rock to rock across the river, and almost falling in, we headed over to the horses for a simple petting. We were planning on petting them. You see, in the winter in Arkansas the grass turns the exact color as Reagan’s hair. And apparently horses think hay moves around on top of human heads. Reagan grabbed a bunch of grass up and lifted it up for the horse to indulge. This worked wonderfully the first time. So she goes in for round two. This is when Mr. Ed decided to nibble on the living hay. He realized it didn’t taste as good and Reagan was no worse for the wear. She did have to take a bath when we got home. She loved the experience and this only made her love horses even more.
So, now, get to commenting peeps!