Many thanks
to Grandma of Grandma’s Goulash for hosting Succinctly Yours! Participants are
invited to come up with a teeny weeny story of 140 words or 140 characters or fewer based
on the photo. I am combining weeks because I’ve been around, but just haven’t
had much time. So last week’s bonus word was “crank," while this week’s is
“odor.”
Believe me, you don’t want to babysit Yob when he’s cranky. 49
Back
at NASA headquarters, the photos cranked out from the Opportunity Mars rover
indicated there might indeed be small signs of life. 113
Tuffy’s odor necessitated his
kidnapping for a secret, midnight rendezvous with the wash cycle. In the
morning, Meg took one whiff and pronounced him dead. 131
According to those TV commercials, everyone needs a backup Tuffy. And who knows what the next outrageous thing to pop up on Mars will be? This is perfectly logical.
ReplyDeleteI do sort of expect they'll find little green men next. Or maybe Backup Tuffy.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteOh these all brought a smile to the face - the last one made me cackle! YAM xx
I actually remember when I was little and my "lovie" was washed. I really did think it might have been killed until - whew! - the smell came back. Thanks, YAM!
DeleteWonderful job on both pics. Definitely wouldn't want to get on Yob's bad side. lol The last was my favorite - I used to have to sneak my granddaughter's favorite stuffed animals into the washer.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Grandma! I hope she wasn't too upset about it!
DeleteYou know what a fan I am of micros, and you nail these every time. The second was perfect, because the little guy looks like he's wielding a light saber!
ReplyDeleteIsn't he the most adorable little green man?!
DeleteThe story on "Tuffy" gave me a snort laugh!
ReplyDeletePat
Critter Alley
I adore the phrase "snort laugh" and now intend to use it often, Pat!
DeleteTammy--Yes, every kid has had a "Tuffy." Sometimes those Tuffys end up mysteriously disappearing...
ReplyDeleteOh, the horror! Although I remember when my toddler lost his last "Nuk Nuk," and I refused to buy him another. It was torture for all of us.
DeleteYou are a pro at these. I chuckled at the first, tee heed at the second and guffawed at the Tuffy, because I know about those.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you are a pro at those! :)
DeleteAs always, Tammy, these are all so wonderfully clever! I'm partial to little Tuffy, though, and feel sorry for him in that wash cycle. Reminds me of my son Chris's Old Yeller. That poor yellow blanket was so ragged it couldn't withstand a wash, so we agreed to buy a New Yeller. It just wasn't the same. Thanks for the smiles and the memories :)
ReplyDeleteOh, how I loved your story of Old Yeller in Chicken Soup for the Soul! http://www.chickensoup.com/book-story/30379/ode-to-old-yeller. And the name, "New Yeller" is priceless.
ReplyDeleteAww, thank you so much, Tammy. I'm so glad you liked it! That story was near and dear to my heart. I'm sitting here with New Yeller draped over my writing chair at this very minute, and Chris still has Old Yeller, though the poor ol' guy has to be kept in a plastic bag now because he's so very ragged :(
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