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Saturday Centus time, a themed writing meme. This week's challenge is to write 100 words to add to the prompt started by Jenny Matlock from off on my tangent.


The writing prompt is in (bold) itallics...


Driving six hours is a long time on the road.

Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times.

 But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now.

Or was it?

My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles."


.....5280 feet, or 63,630 inches till I hit town.


I’d calculated it once and never forgot the numbers.

Here I was about to crash Medford High's class of 2010’s 25th reunion… I’d been keeping track of all the goons since the 9th grade.

Facebook,

Myspace,

There wasn’t much I didn’t know about their lives.

Scary when you think about it.

I freshened up in the car and then it was time to make my grand entrance.

Josh Brown took my offered hand.

Searching my face as he pumped it up and down.

“I’m sorry” he said “I don’t recognize you.”

High anxiety............

Yes, I am a sufferer....

So when I start to do things like occupy my time (virtually) writing and rewriting and editing and stamping and mailing complaint letters to companies like the one that makes DIAL soap. Letting them know they haven't outsmarted anyone (least of all ME) with the little shrinky dink trick they're attempting to pull with their gold bath bar...

Taking time to (literally) compile evidence...

Or when I find myself jumping out of bed at 3am bouncing off hallway walls, stubbing my fat big toe all to make sure that this is what I'll see on my side of our locked door.

(yes. thank goodness they are home)

When I start to revisit old (BAD) habits....

Candy bars and coffee for breakfast.

It's time to name this stress, this sadness, this anxiety.

My baby, my last baby is done with high school!!! sniffle sniffle sob...

(Okay...enough about him, lets talk about me!!! Do you know how freakin old that makes me??? A tangent for another day)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I need to find time somehow to spit shine my less than tidy nest to prepare for a grad party to be held in 9 (NINE) days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How in the hell do I know if I've bought enough food??????????

Or enough toilet paper?????????

Or if the skies will decide to cry along with me on the day of his party????????????

And if not, will it be so hot that everyone will need to come inside?????????????

Will anyone show up?????????

Did I choose a bad day, too many other parties???????????

Where can I find marbles to booby-trap the medicine cabinet to catch any snoopers??????????

Holy shit....I really HATE party anxiety.