Skin Tags
On the phone, Claudette’s doctor had tried to reassure her: “Don’t worry, everybody gets skin tags, no big deal.” However, when she came for her annual check-up, he grew somewhat more concerned.. . . . David, Sf.G.
Sneak Peek
Leonard wasn’t big on surprises. He wasn’t a fussy eater, but he wanted to know what it was that was on the menu before dinner; just a little sneak peek before chowing down. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Rough Skin
Ellie had had a patch of very rough skin for some time and asked her dermatologist about microdermabrasion to solve the problem. The doctor, still unsure how she would get paid with the new healthcare law going into effect, suggested a cheaper alternative–Go to Home Depot and get the biggest, most powerful belt sander available . . . . David, Sf.G.
Lost
Bruce had just appeared one day and taken up duties as resident alligator. For months he could be seen, and if not in sight, a stone chunked into the pond alerted him that someone was looking for him. Then, overnight, he was gone. The sheriff had them file a missing gator report, an Amber alert was posted, he even got his picture on milk cartons, but he was gone. Some speculated that the lure of big money in the West Texas Oilfields or maybe the North Dakota oil jobs had been too much to resist. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Not Green Enough
McKenzie was troubled and disappointed; Green Peace wouldn’t hire her, nor would PETA. They said she wasn’t green enough. Her manager was trying to get her involved in a comeback gig for Miley Cyrus and Al Gore with his band the AlGoreRhythms, perhaps involving some wardrobe malfunction. It was undecided whether the malfunction should be Al’s or Miley’s . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Post Turtle
For about the fifth time in as many months, Kenny (pictured) had seen on his I-pad the email going around with the old rancher saying, “Some of them politicians in high elected office in Washington are like post turtles; it just ain’t right, and they just shouldn’t be there.” Kenny agreed that those West Texas desert ranchers may be right about that in the dry country, since there’s no turtles there anyway, but here where the Corps of Engineers had re-engineered the bayou and the post was just barely out of the water, a turtle being on that post didn’t seem all that strange or out of place. . . . . David, Sf.G.