Day 17 of Nanowrimo (challenge: use “”Ok, ok, don’t get upset. It’s just a little broken.”):<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Jon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s kisses are tiny, like little pecks. But Danny\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s kisses\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 well, they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re the kisses you feel down in your toes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ah, the infamous toe kiss. I seem to recall having one or two of those myself. Toe kisses are worth breaking up over.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Believe me, I would have, if Danny would have deigned to date me. But Danny\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not really the dating type. So I just conveniently forgot about the whole thing and stuck with Jon.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Until Jon was outside the window and heard everything you had to say,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I added helpfully. I spread the applesauce in a thin layer and waited a moment until Delores brought over a small plastic tub of sour cream. I think layered the sour cream on top of the applesauce, took my fork, and cut off a huge bite. I had to maneuver with my mouth to get it all in.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Exactly!! So you can see how this might have, sort of, kind of created a little bit of a mess for me. Jon won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even let me explain. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just refused to speak with me since that morning.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
I looked at my plate trying to figure out what to eat next. I had to have the perfect ratio of potato pancake to corned beef sandwich to coleslaw. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh God, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re doing it again,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Jocelyn said, a disgusted look on her face.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What are you talking about?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I asked, taking a nibble from my sandwich before spooning up a mound of coleslaw.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153That thing. That thing you do with the food. Why can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you just eat like a normal person? You eat the sandwich. Lots of bites of the sandwich. Take a break. Then have some coleslaw. Or the potato pancake. It doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have to all be in an nice neat one-two-three order.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Easy for you say,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I mumbled as I stuffed a piece of potato pancake in my mouth, one with the perfect proportion of applesauce to sour cream. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153If I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t eat it just right, this table will burst into flames and we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll die a terrible and cruel death and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll all be my fault.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Jocelyn stared at me a moment. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Have you thought of having the OCD medicated?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not OCD,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I said, as I moved on to the slaw. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s how I make earn my livelihood.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Slurping her soup, Jocelyn said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Listen. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s my life that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s broken.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Her voice went up a couple of octaves and took on the quivering tone it always did when she was about to break into tears. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fix it!!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ok, ok,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I said, eyeing the pickles in the bucket. How should I fit them into this delicate dinner arrangement? \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don’t get upset. It’s just a little broken. We can make this all better.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153How?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Jocelyn asked.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, for starters, tell me do you actually want to get back with Jon?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We are so the perfect couple,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she told me.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, but that didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t answer my question.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
She sighed and picked at her matzoh ball with her spoon. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, as I said, he does kind of peck with his kisses.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So then go for Danny.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Danny is totally unattainable.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nobody is totally unattainable. After all, you attained him once.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Day 17 of Nanowrimo (challenge: use “”Ok, ok, don’t get upset. It’s just a little broken.”): \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Jon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s kisses are tiny, like little pecks. But Danny\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s kisses\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 well, they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re the kisses you feel down in your toes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ah, the infamous toe kiss. I seem to recall having one or two of those myself. Toe kisses are […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[50],"class_list":["post-354","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-nanowrimo"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/354","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=354"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/354\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=354"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=354"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=354"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}