Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Brotherhood of the Disappearing Pants

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Michele and Mel have put up a new Ketchup With Us (#10) prompt which requires that we tell you, in 57 words or less, who or what we go head to head with every day. 

As I real estate development lawyer, I go head to head with government staff people who, basically, would rather that my clients’ shopping center or apartment complex not be built (hey, you’ve got to shop and live somewhere, right?).  This would be the obvious choice for my response, but, no, this would be tedious and boring. So, instead, I decided to write about an every day, mundane, but extremely frustrating, challenge.

But, before I unveil this little piece of writing, I must say that Michele and Mel almost stole whatever little mojo I have. First, they had the audacity to name me the “Featured Writer” for this prompt, then, to add insult to injury, they pointed out that my piece for the last prompt was “hilarious”.  Needless to say, I was immobilized with fear, like the guy who forgot his Viagra (not me, I swear). So, after scrapping, at least, 56 of my original 57 words, here goes:

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It’s a mystery: I can’t find that agreement on my desk under mounds of paper. Or my pants in a pile on my bedroom chair. Maybe, it’s because I mindlessly toss the agreements and pants and they disappear in the vast wilderness of my life. But, I protest: “I’m an organized person.” My inner voice responds, “Bullshit.”


12 comments:

  1. Outstanding! So very fun. You sound just about as organized as me and I, too, have a "vast wilderness", lumdog. I have got to get my butt over to Ketchup With Us!

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    1. Yeah. You have to do this. I feel like I can wear my cutoffs and sandals in this environment. Please jump in the pool. Which reminds me of a fun post you did about skinny dipping! ;) Thanks for your comments Gina. You are my bloggy rock!

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    2. Aww. You guys. (Sniff) Thanks, LD. You are absolutely right. Flip flops, stained bathrobe, pith helmet .. . that's what we're all about here at Ketchup. Anything goes.

      Great entry again, by the way. It was BEYOND HILARIOUS. (Feel better? ... Or did I just make it even worse?) Thanks for linking up!

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    3. YES! COME PLAY, GINA!!!

      (I'm like a siren beckoning you in, except you won't crash on the rocks and die when you play.)

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    4. Thanks Michel. I've been looking for my pith helmet. It was under those pants somewhere.

      "beyond hilarious". Hmmm? I'm left with no choice. My next piece will deal with death and mayhem. Then I'll start doing dark stuff!

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    5. Okay guys and girls. It's time to skinny dip in a pool of ketchup! I'm all in!

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  2. Oh my gosh. I'm forever looking for the one shirt that doesn't have a stain on it! Well done! And congrats on your new title! :)

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    1. Mel, (and Michele), thanks for the recognition. But not to quibble, you can go our with a stain on your shirt, but pants are not optional! ;)

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  3. I look unorganized to everyone around. But I know where everything is at all times. great post.

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    1. Despite my delusional perceptions of my organizational skills, I am hopeless I'm glad you have your stuff (euphemism) together! Thanks for your comments Bo.

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    2. Absolutely I relate to this. I know my messes!

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    3. Thanks BT. Apparently, this affliction is contagious!

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