"I know, right?"

There are all kinds of new words and phrases that get "invented" each generation.  Only a few years ago, I heard the term "babydaddy" for the first time.  My mom used the phrase "true that" a few weeks ago.  I nearly died laughing, but she used it correctly. 

The one that I've fallen in love with lately is "hide your crazy".  I love that it doesn't question if you are crazy or not - it just tells you to hide it.  Love it!

So, the prompt for the week:
Use any "modern" phrase or word as your prompt.

If you're having trouble coming up with one, here's a small list:
I know, right?
True that.
Hide your crazy.
Babydaddy/mommy
Hang out

I think you get the picture.

***  If you want to use a phrase from an older generation, go for it!  Have fun!  Just let us know what phrase you're going off of in your comment.  ***

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My response:

"Hide your crazy"

I stirred the browning hamburger in the pan, the rich smell of boiling past and tomato sauce drifting up from the stove.  The kitchen was small, and I was tucked back into a corner.  Between the table and the guy towering over me, I wouldn't be able to reach the door in a hurry.  I was a little clostrophobic ... well, maybe more than a little.  How many girls in my position would be anxious about their path to the door?

Dean stood next to me, measuring oregano, garlic, and basil into the sauce while watching the pasta.  I ought to be grateful for him.  The rest of the apartment teemed with his five roommates and their dates - none of whom I knew - and I was glad I didn't have to make small talk and hurt my cheeks with smiling.  Dean was telling me about his graduate physics class and the optics project he'd been working on with his professor. 

He was also blocking my escape route. 

What if the stove caught on fire?  What if there was an earthquake? What if Dean had a heart attack and fell down in my way?

I smiled up at him, asking another question.  I could follow his explanation well enough as long as I could at least see the door.  He launched into his answer enthusiastically.

One of his roommates drifted over to the kitchen area.  With a friendly slap on Dean's shoulder, he whispered, "Dude, hide your crazy.  She doesn't care."

Dean's jaw dropped and he objected, "She's in physics, too!  She likes it!"

His roommate blocked my view of the door.  My heart began to pound in my chest. 

Hide your crazy.  Good advice.

I took a deep breath and turned back to the hamburger.

A Novel in Letters

So, I just finished the Screwtape Letters, and I find the idea of the whole novel in letters facinating!  I mean, who didn't love "The Gurnsey Literary and Potatoe Peel Pie Society"?  What I'd really find interesting would be a modern take - maybe a novel written completely in text messages.  (Of course, then I wouldn't be able read it.  I'm so bad at text speech, I'd be lost at the first line!

The prompt this week:
Write a Letter

Have fun!

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My response:

Dear Adele,

I honestly don't know why you feel compelled to stay for spring term at the Academy.  You know how much we have to do in preparations for your upcoming nuptuals, and I need you here with me to help put things together.  What does finishing your minor in interplanetary species diversity even matter when you'll be married to a man who rules three planets?!

Don't be silly, of course we'll cover the cost of your classes, we are your parents.  Not to mention how undignified it is to wait on local tourists.  You can just inform your boss that you're not in need of the money afterall.  I've transfered funds to your account, enough for your expenses, and also enough for a dress.  If you must stay on Altar until just before the wedding, you'll have to make due with whatever you can find for a dress there.  For my sake, please stick with a traditional color, gold or silver.  If you come home with a black dress, I will tear it to pieces with my own hands, and then you'll be forced to wear your Grandmother's old rag of a dress that she keeps trying to push on me.

Your Loving,
Mother

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Ok, so I don't know how well letter writing fits in a sci-fi, but this is all about trying things out, right?