
Came home the other day to a flier on my door for this free ultrasound bus. Interesting concept, no?
Also, interesting that they fliered my door for a mobile unit that was parked kinda far from my house.
It wasn't hard to hear the father's exasperated tone as he told her - as if for the thousandth time - "Quit. Playing. In. The. Dirt."
Of course I don't know the whole story here. But it does beg the question: If you can't play in the dirt when you're camping, what's the point?
It's the second Tuesday of October, do you know what that means? Time for Perfectly Poetical Tuesday: Poe edition!
There are some ideas for getting in touch with your Poe-tic muse on Saturday's post. Poe wrote in several styles. Write a poem in the spirit of one of them, and have fun! And don't forget to link to this post and leave your link and comment here.
As always, the topic of your poem is up to you. You can also decide whether your poem will be scary, funny, touching or - something else entirely. My post will be up later in the day.