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"Hi, it’s so nice to meet you,” she said, shaking the other woman’s hand. “You passed my Smile Test and winced when someone brought up Trump, both of which seem very promising,” she noted, “but before we proceed any further with what could be a life-changing adult friendship, I need to know the top four reasons why fall is your favorite season.” *I should say that this isn't 100% true for me: one of my best friends prefers summer! (Name redacted to protect her from fellow fall proselytizers). **Also, this is technically a two-sentence story. Oops. This has been a One Sentence Story. I wrote a sentence and then created an Etsy mood board of sorts! These are affiliate links—see my footer for a longer disclaimer.
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She kind of hated to be such a mom cliché, but honestly: would you look at these floors?! I'm an Etsy affiliate and these are Etsy affiliate links. I'll make a commission if you purchase one of these items using the link provided. Thanks!
She leaned forward, her fingers resting on her neck, and whispered to the best friend who would never judge her: “I’m sorry for being weird today. It’s just that I’m irrationally sad that Liam and Miley broke up.” I'm an Etsy affiliate and these are Etsy affiliate links. I'll make a commission if you purchase one of these items using the link provided. Thanks!He performed a mystifying inspection: looking at another piece of plywood up close, and then stepping away, crouching down to look up at the plywood and then returning to his full height, and every once in a while, as she shifted her feet and glanced down at her phone and intermittently reminded herself to be patient, she wondered: is this how he feels in a bookstore with me? **These aren't affiliate links. I just love Etsy and believe in supporting small businesses!
"Don't ever use a spatula to scrape the bowl," she hissed, daring him to comment on how much batter she'd left behind for a pre-brownie snack. **These aren't affiliate links. I just love Etsy and believe in supporting small businesses!
My husband Daniel and I are celebrating 10 years of marriage this May, so some of my One Sentence Stories--like the one below--will center around this upcoming joyous event. This series will be particularly enjoyable if you like secondhand mortification. Read on for more!She stared at his retreating back, wondering how (or even if) a 19-year-old girl known for earnestness and awkwardness, who had never properly kissed or been kissed (she preferred not to think about that attempt in her driveway), was supposed to pursue a young man known for brevity and reclusiveness, and who, when she asked him how his night was going, only said “Good” and promptly walked away. "It's not disgusting!," she insisted when her husband unearthed the crumpled, ragged, half-used Kleenex she'd been squirreling away under her pillow in case of nighttime sniffles, but privately...privately, she had to agree that it didn't look that cute either. These are not affiliate links. I just love Etsy and believe in supporting small businesses!
As she swooped down for a chunk of goodness she'd trimphantly unearthed from the picked-through ice cream pint, she realized something shocking: if she kept this up, her kids would be college-aged before they realized that ice cream could even come with cookie dough in it. **These aren't affiliate links. I just love Etsy and believe in supporting small businesses!
"I've been surprised by a lot of things since becoming a mom," she whispered behind a cupped hand, "but I never, ever expected how much I would talk about poop." Never was she more assured of how different they were than when he--who had grown up on a dairy farm--described her much-adored goldenrod sweater as "calf-shit yellow." |
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