A Blogging Scenario
Let’s have a little fun here. “A Blogging Scenario” is where I start a blogging scenario, the first person reading this can add to that in their comment, the next person would read on from my scenario to the first commentators’, and this can go on. Sound fun? Remember: Be creative! It doesn’t really matter if a UFO suddenly starts flying in either. Here goes…
On a Saturday morning, I’m sitting at my computer, trying to think of a new topic for my blog post. A dog starts barking outside my front door, so I run to see what it wants. On the way, I forgot that I had set up my castle of cards there, along with the cherry with whipped cream on top. I opened the door, and the dog started licking me. Oh great. I’m in a pile of 5 packets of now-bent and ruined cards, whipped cream, a cherry, and a dog climbing all over me.
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June 26th, 2008 at 5:23 pm
My nine-year-old son ran by, grabbed the cherry and popped it in his mouth. In the five minutes it took the dog to lick the whipped cream off me, he had broken out in hives. So there I was, covered in dog spit, while my son began frantically scratching from head to toe. I grabbed the computer, leaving a smear of whipped cream on the side, and quickly googled “how to get rid of hives”.
June 26th, 2008 at 8:08 pm
There were all sorts of articles. The first one claimed that just filling a bottle with water, and labeling it with a “hive-y” name to spray would do the trick with children. It took a while, but I did. The neighbors must have thought we looked phsyco! A scratching boy, a woman spraying a bottle on him, smeared whip cream and the works, auughh.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:58 pm
Just as the hives started to subside, Skype starting ringing. I wrangled my headset over my ear, and answered the call. It was the police! They received a call from the neighbors that I was hurting my son. Once I explained the hives situation to the police officer, he was satisfied and let me hang up. But then the dog jumped onto my keyboard and started pressing random keys. Before I knew it, an email was sent.
July 2nd, 2008 at 2:42 pm
Hesitantly, I went to my Sent folder to see what the dog had sent out. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. Nevertheless, I forced myself to open it, and my feet would’ve buckled under me if I wasn’t already sitting. “I” had sent one of my anger letters, letters addressed to whomever I was mad at, and had details of everything I hated about that person, out to everyone– absolutely everyone, on my contact list! Oh, snap!