AW Flash Fiction — Procrastination — 6/27/10

You don’t know how close I came to posting:  “This space to be used for most awesome flash fiction ever!  Stay tuned!”  But I didn’t.  Here’s my flash.  Nothing to write home about but it’ll do:

“Sales haven’t been what we’d hoped. I’m afraid we’re going to have to pull the January product.” Lars delivered the news to his CEO with a somber tone, hoped he’d not receive the messenger’s penalty.

“What about the ad campaign? Didn’t that boost sales?” CEO Frederick von Stupfinck steepled his hands in front of him on his desk in the only narrow space not covered with papers. Continue reading

Sometimes, it’s just wrong

So I was on Facebook this evening, bemoaning the fact my 13 year old son had just confessed he’d “declined” my friend request, when I saw this on the right side of my home page:

FitMom

Okay, now I actually like to work out, but the thought of doing pushups with my child on my back  just sucks the fun out of it completely.  Pushups are hard enough without some whiny, attention starved child hanging on for dear life because she can’t grant you even a scant 30 minutes to workout.

If the child is old enough to hang on and not fall off, she should be doing pushups next to you!  My son is nearly six feet tall and frankly, it would border on creepy having him cling to my back like a  monkey.  End of rant.

P.S.  This is not at all intended to be a negative commentary on FitMom.  I’m sure they have a lovely product, especially for new moms.