Weaseling Out: 13 Sentences, 13 Words Each
I openly admit that I have done nothing for Thursday Thirteen this week.
I feel like a slug for not giving it more thought in advance.
I know I really should have been compiling some clever list of words.
Obviously, there’s also lots of pretty pictures out there I could have gathered.
But—trust me on this—it has been a killer week all around.
Work has been a zoo, what with all those needy clients and all.
I’ve been busy at home, too, reading all those letters rejecting my poetry.
Don’t get me wrong; doing the Thursday Thirteen is still important to me.
It’s just that I’ve had trouble coming up with anything clever or entertaining.
Maybe my juices are running dry, or maybe I just need a rest.
Maybe I should hire a monkey to write it for me next week.
Let’s face it: a monkey could probably do just as good a job.
At any rate, I’m hoping to be more refreshed for next week’s list.
More (and better) 13s at: THURSDAY THIRTEEN.