Day Eighteen – First Person POV

This is like, totally nuts. I mean, who ever thought Auntie P would ever get kicked out of her house? I mean, you’d think people would cut her a little slack since Uncle P died. That’s so scary!  What if WE got kicked out of OUR house? Where would we go? Damn, I hope we… Continue reading Day Eighteen – First Person POV

Days Eight and Nine – Death of an adverb and a changing point of view

Disclaimer: I’m sick. Coughing up yuck, achy, but still having to go to work sick since Friday is my last day before 2 weeks of vacation (yes, I typed that correctly.) It seems like the only energy I have is to move my fingers on the keyboard…so as not to get to behind in my… Continue reading Days Eight and Nine – Death of an adverb and a changing point of view