Good Wednesday morning, my peeps!  What does that mean?  Friday Fictioneers!  Luckily for me, I was asked to switch shifts (from 11 to noon) so I had an extra hour this morning so I could write this now rather than later, when I could have forgotten what I wanted to write.  Coz that happens.  Often.

Thank you always to the lovely Rochelle for hosting this here weekly party and this week, a thank you to our very own Dawn M. Miller‘s grandson, Nathan Sowers, for this beauty of a picture.

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The House That I Built

“Why do you always bug us to keep the house up?”

“You listen to me very carefully.  It took me everything to get where I am.  I worked hard.  But I became a drug addict and a pusher.  I had a house at age 23.  Amazing, eh?  Well, I almost died from those drugs and lost everything.  I owed lots of money and could have gone bankrupt but instead I worked my ass off, ate macaroni and bologna for years as I paid back every single dime I owed.

“So yeah.  It’s really important to me to keep my house up.”