My Quarterly Melania Moment....

 Sometimes, I wish they'd shut up and give us the damn money.Playing our song...

The Best Thing I Wrote In Yesterday's Flash Workshop...

 One was...kind of intimate, and the one about our history? Sadly,"Almost got shagged, cup of tea," covers it more than it doesn't, absent a few flourishes. But I can share this, despite it being more of a gag than a story right now.

If it needs a title, call it "Her Shit Together"

Randall hesitated with his daughter’s emergency key in his hand. One day Michelle would have to learn that he wasn’t going to be here forever. Get her shit together a little bit. Still, it wasn’t really like her to be late, and he heard a muffled moan that made him think she may have fallen out of her chair and hit her head or something. He moved forward with the key, almost wishing that he had to do something heroic, like break in. “Hello?”
As he approached her bedroom, the noises and rustling got louder than stopped. He hoped she hadn’t been calling for help for too long. He hesitated for only a moment; it was still a lady’s bedroom, even though his little girl was…timeless.

“Fuck!” His usually careful language failed him as he saw a shirtless, freckled abled man sitting on his half-dressed “special” daughter’s lap.

“Well, Daddy,” said his daughter, either shaking with a spasm or suppressed laughter.  “Not anymore.”

God, I Wish I'd Been More Wrong...

 may this be my last word on Manchinema.

Hate to be wrong...hate them more.