Thursday, June 21, 2007

Margaret Hamilton Speaks Our Truth


"I'm melting, I'm melting!"


High today in town: 206 degrees Fahrenheit.


Your assignment: Use the word "languid" in a sentence.
With feeling.


As for me, I'm busy planning my wedding to the swamp cooler guy.
'Til high temperatures abate do us part.

8 comments:

Doris Rose said...

I LOVE Your Image, I laughed for so long, I felt absolutely languid. Then I understood why I have always believed you to be so *perspicacious*
TAG--you're it.

moi said...

She waved a languid hand at the pool boy hovering just outside her line of vision. "Could I get another margarita, please?" He had chocolate colored skin and doe eyes and she really should try to keep the edge out of her voice when speaking to him. But she was becoming irritated by the heat prickling at her scalp and the increasing tattoo thump of a headache behind her eyes and she wanted another drink. Not in ten minutes or five, but right now.

A.Fanny said...

It was a warm, languid morning in late July, and he felt oddly peaceful until the bear bolted out from behind the trailer and up toward the Ruthie Carr rocks.

Wicked Thistle said...

Nice work, all! Moi gets a bonus point for working in the phrase, "tattoo thump." And a.fanny, why do I have the feeling that your contribution was inspired by real experience?? Perspicaciously done, my dears!

I want another drink now, too. And that pool boy.

My BlueSky said...

There’s a cool breeze, an icy margarita, and pool boy and swamp cooler guy battling for your hand. The only problem is pool boy gave you HER margarita and she needed it NOW. She is anything but languid as she approaches to retrieve her drink.

Wicked Thistle said...

Bravo! Bravo!! Assimilation! Integration! Perfection!

A.Fanny said...

Yes, spouse-man met a bear just this marnin, but it warn't languid, so I changed it to July. Now dizzy shows us that it could be anti-languid! We are larnin from the Sot-Writers' Club!

Anonymous said...

darling, the eternity of your touch burns slowly within me, as a languid ember flickering at the edge of the heart's coolest waters, where time itself becomes a willing servant...but what really attracts me is our laconic loving.

OKC today: 87 degrees; feels like 198.

still anonymous?? hmmm, what about jeffrey's lament; or safe house blues?