I was talking on Sunday with good writer friend Keziah Fenton about A to Z Challenge, so you have her to thank for today’s post. It went something like this.
Her: How is A to Z going?
Me: It’s more challenging than NaBloPoMo. It’s the whole theme thing. I look at A to Z like I’ve never seen the alphabet before.
Her: What letter are you on?
Her: Quinoa. Quest. Queasy.
Me: I think I’ve got Q settled because — you know — Single Shot Monday.
Her: Romance. Radishes. Rolaids.
Me: The challenge is — How to make it funny. How to put my own spin on it. How to mix it up — short and long posts, images — to keep it fresh and interesting. I don’t want to get boring.
Her: You’re not boring.
Her: Stash. Snowdrops. Slushes & Smoothies.
Dang. She’s good.
So be it.
Today, for the Letter R…
Romance, Radishes, and Rolaids.
I’m for it. Except when I’m agin’ it. Mostly, I’m for it.
We hates ’em, our precious.
Feel free to add your own “un” word here.
Unless, of course, you are a radish-lover.
And I’m saying radish-lover like some people say tree-hugger.
If you are a lover of the radish — well, we can be in a friendship, but never in a romance.
And you might have need of the Rolaids.
Antacid. “Consumes 47 times its weight in excess stomach acid.” (1972 Rolaids Commercial)
You can see the commercial here.
This is how it starts…
You know you want to.
Thus endeth the Letter R.
Thank you, Keziah!
Here be Tuesday and the 18th letter of A to Z.