Well we've passed the half-way mark in Nicky and Mike's 30 Days of Writing II Minus 2. Now that's such a mouthful I've taken to calling this month of torture 30DW2-2. Sorta sounds like a motor oil, I know. Kinda like better living through higher viscosity.
Anyway, on to today's prompt...or else. Ha, ha. See what I just did there. Or else Nicky'll come after me waving her fresh baguettes (is that a euphemism?) and tossing a couple of wheels of Oka cheese.
Now here's a little tale that rings true. We have a phantom doorbell. A few years back I bought one of those battery-powered doorbells to replace one that didn't work. You know, one that works on some kind of radio frequency. It was great. Put a little battery in the button and a couple of big ones in the bell and...voila...we had a working doorbell.
Well until something weird happened. Mrs D and I would be watching TV in the evening and the doorbell would ring. But when one of us would get up to answer the door (usually Mrs D 'cause I didn't want to miss a minute of House Hunters International) no one would be there. This began happening with increasing frequency (no pun intended) at all times night and day until one day in frustration I ripped out the batteries and posted this little note on our door...
When the time comes to replace the note on the door because the weather has worn away the writing I really can't make up my mind on what kind of note to post.
I could rewrite the same note, which seems to work fine, or else I could post this one...
I'm kinda leaning towards the latter. It has a certain ring to it, don't you think?
Now if you're just knockin' about get yourself over to Nicky and Mike's place at We Work For Baguettes and Oka cheese and check out what those other idiots have come up with today...or else.