Oh, wow! Had
totally forgotten the "paperweight" prompt! I do not in any way deserve this wonderful story, btw, but I'm delighted with it anyway!
“Season to taste? What the heck does that mean? Whose taste?”
*giggles* You had me at hello! Because how many times have I thought this?!
Clark’s body pressed against hers and Lois took a second to savor the warmth and solid feel of him. The barn smell, not so much.
And that right there was the number one problem with marriage. He wasn’t scared of her anymore.
I truly wish I'd written that line, but having it written
for me is just as awesome! *hugs*
They both looked at the piece of wood that had rolled off the counter and hit Clark in the head. A long crack ran down one side.
She started laughing and he looked down at her with mock severity.
“Lois, you owe my mother a new rolling pin!”
I love it!! You know, my rolling pin broke recently, but it wasn't nearly as interesting a story. (Talk about the understatement of the year! *g*)
Thank you for
such a charming vignette, my friend!!!
C.
