I have little problem with coming up with something to write about here, but I’m having my troubles lately with titles. Odd, since that is how many of my stories start.
But I feel like devil and angel today, which is quite typical of my personality though not usually a simultaneous event.
On the right hand, I’m trying to save a poor little bad doggie’s life by finding a better home than the one next door where the lady has "had it up to here!"
On the left (please, no offense meant to left-handed people here), I’m finally getting around to framing four old high school portraits of an elderly customer’s husband’s children, and I know that two of them have since "passed on" and I need to put their names and dates in little windows on those two.
Problem is, I forgot which ones they were.
Really, you’d have to have my own morbid sense of humor to find this funny.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology