At Least They're Committed

Having completed the first section of the Blubrry newsletter to some satisfaction, I down the last swallow of milk before it gets too warm and bank the plastic bottle into the recycling bin. Two points! My stellar acuity prompts me to attempt a follow-up shot — the bottle cap — this shot complete with a question to God, as I did when I was 10. “If I make this one, I get to run off with ___________ and live happily ever after!” The plastic lid bounces precariously off the lip of the trash can before twisting back out, onto the floor. A devious smile crosses my lips and a deep chuckle clears my throat and echoes against the kitchen wall . . . as does the follow-up sigh as I go back to work on the Blubrry newsletter.