The words to use for today’s vignette were:
Priest Margaritas Uber
It was not easy for a fifteen to twenty minute exercise but I did it. I thought about a movie I saw on television where young woman had to fit into the family of her fiancée. I decided to make it comical where they all enjoyed having drinks. It also came from my first experience with margaritas where I thought gee they tasted like lemonade and boy did they do a damage on me. Let us just say I did not make a good impression on the family of the guy I was visiting. The margaritas were straight up not frozen or in the rocks. I like margaritas but they need to be on the rocks. I have not had one straight up in over thirty years. Using the word priest was iffy for me, instead I tweaked the vignette and used the character as I called him Father Paul. This was a fun piece to write as my vignettes are a glimpse into a life of an individual.
My daily thought comes from the news about HBO banning the movie Gone With the Wind.
It’s hard to think about the banning of movies etc... My thought is no one forces another to watch a movie, read a book or listen to certain music. An individual us their own person; not everyone likes the same genres in books, movies and other entertainment. I’m finding this just to be too much at the moment.
Until next time....it’s National Cotton Candy Day; enjoy a childhood treat.
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June 11....DAILY REFLECTIONS
What will be banned today....another
movie....maybe a song....perhaps a
book
No one tells someone to watch a
movie that may or may not offend
them....read a specific book....listen
certain to a song
If you don’t like a movie-DON’T
WATCH.....don’t like a song-DON’T
LISTEN....don’t like a book-DON’T
READ
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THE TEST
© Scottie-ann Murphy
Nervous about meeting the in-laws, or she hoped future in-laws, Fannon took ten deep breaths before getting out of the car. Sean assured her his family would love her as he did; Fannon wasn’t certain if she should believe him. From what stories his friends told her, the family had to approve anyone wanting to become one of them; the McGills were a close knit family. Grandma Rose ruled the family like a general did his troops. Patton had nothing on Grandma Rose; he could have taken lesson from her if she were around at that time in history.
As they made their way towards Grandma Rose’s house, all Fannon thought about was just having one drink to calm her nerves. One drink so she could relax and feel at ease.
Once inside the house, she had been introduced to Sean’s parents, Grandma Rose and Grandpa Frank, aunts, uncles and cousins who all welcomed her. One of the cousins handed her a drink, a margarita. Beer, wine or vodka were more to Fannon’s liking. She took the drink, wondering why it appeared to look more like a cocktail than the frozen concoctions or on the rocks she saw in the bars. Fannon did not like tequila; to her it tasted like kerosene. Sean explained everyone in the family drank their margaritas straight not frozen and definitely with no ice. She took a small sip; to her it tasted like a lemonade. Downing the first drink in a few gulps, Grandma Rose handed her another. The second drink tasted as refreshing as the first.
“These aren’t too bad,” she thought. “Maybe one more.”
It was dark when Fannon woke up. She looked around her surroundings. She was in a strange bed in a strange room. Fannon sat up; started to get out of bed but fell back.
“Oh my head. Where am I?”
The last thing she remembered was eating salsa and chips; salsa spilled on her blouse.
She did not notice the person sitting in the chair near the window. It was Grandma Rose.
“Hello there. I see you’re awake. Well you made it through my famous margaritas with out too much of an incident.” Grandma Rose chuckled as she walked over towards the bed. “You only wanted to dance the Macarena with Father Paul. Sean’s mother threw up on the family dog when she was your age. She couldn’t drink more than four margaritas; you at six.”
Grandma Rose’s laughing voice as she left the room did not help the matter. Fannon felt embarrassed at what Grandma Rose was holding back.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do better on Jello Shot day.”
Fannon heard Grandma Rose shout from the hallway.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Fannon wondered where her purse and cell phone were. She needed to call an Uber; too much craziness in this family for her.
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