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It Was a Simple Project - Story 4 - The Great Litter Box Avalanche

 

Samantha had three great loves: her vast collection of vinyl records from the '80s, her increasingly temperamental cactus garden, and her feline companion, Mr. Whiskers, who believed he was royalty reincarnated. She adored Mr. Whiskers and his eccentricities - his tendency to sit atop her record player as if on a throne, his disdain for her cacti, and his passionate duets with her during their favorite songs. But there was one aspect of Mr. Whiskers she didn't fancy: his litter box duties. In fact, she approached it with the same enthusiasm as one might have for a tax audit.

However, one sunny Sunday, after binge-watching a popular home renovation show, Samantha felt a surge of inspiration. Why not turn Mr. Whiskers' litter box experience into a lavishly scented spa retreat? She swiftly purchased a 40-pound bag of a new, lavender-scented litter. As she was pouring, the bag, probably as surprised as she was by this impromptu spa day, erupted. What should have been a gentle sprinkle became a veritable purple rain, turning her bathroom into a fragrant lavender desert.

Mr. Whiskers, never one to pass up on an adventure, took a flying leap into the scene. Sliding, rolling, and enjoying every moment, he transformed himself into what looked like a feline desert chieftain wearing a cloak of lavender dust.

In a desperate bid to contain the spread of her new 'desert', Samantha dashed for the broom in her kitchen. But the treacherous lavender grains acted like ball bearings, causing a slide worthy of an Olympic performance. Down she went, making what seemed to be a feline-approved lavender snow angel. Mr. Whiskers, sensing an opportunity, parked himself on her chest as if reclaiming his throne.

The doorbell chimed. It was Clara, Samantha’s nosy neighbor and the apartment complex's unofficial newsletter editor. Through fits of laughter, she managed to ask, "Is this a new form of aromatherapy, Sam?" Peeking from behind Clara was a small crowd, armed with smartphones, capturing the hilarity for posterity.

Red-faced, yet laughing, Sam sat up, cradling a purring Mr. Whiskers. "It was supposed to be just another Sunday chore," she gasped, brushing lavender grains from her hair.

By Monday morning, #LavenderLitterQueen was trending in her apartment community's group chat. However, amid the relentless jokes, a twist emerged. People began approaching Sam for some of her 'magic lavender sand', believing it was a secret relaxation remedy. Before she knew it, her mishap had turned into a thriving side business. She now sells sachets of her ‘special blend’, complete with a playful picture of Mr. Whiskers as the brand ambassador.

And so, from a simple chore sprung an unexpected business, a trending hashtag, and countless laughs. Samantha always says with a wink, "Life's messes sometimes lead to the best surprises."

It Was a Simple Project, Story 4 - The Great Litter Box Avalanche and others are available in Ebook, Paperback, and/or PDF formats by visiting one of the following sites-

Kindle Ebook - 3.99  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CLW8QLNX

Amazon Paperback - $7.99 @ https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CLY5T3Z1

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It Was a Simple Project, Story 3- Simple Trash Task Gone Awry

Ah, you would think emptying the trash would be a straightforward endeavor. But let me tell you about the time a simple task turned into an epic saga of misadventures.

I was living in a cozy apartment on the third floor. My building had no elevator, so every chore was an added workout, especially when it came to heavy tasks like taking out the trash. One sunny morning, I decided to spring clean. By afternoon, I had two large bags of trash, evidence of my Herculean cleaning efforts. Feeling accomplished, I decided to get them out immediately.

Knowing the weight of the bags and the ordeal of stairs, I had a 'brilliant' idea. I remembered seeing a YouTube video where people threw trash bags down safely using a makeshift parachute. So, inspired by my recently acquired, untested YouTube knowledge, I decided to make a trash chute out of an old bedsheet.

I spread the bedsheet on my balcony, placing the trash bags in the center, and tying the ends together. Confidently, I dangled the bags off my balcony, believing the sheet would slow down its descent. I let go, and for a split second, it looked like a success. That is until the bedsheet decided it didn't want the job, slipped off, and both trash bags plummeted three stories down, crashing with a deafening splat.

Curiosity killed the cat, and apparently, it could also disrupt the peace of an entire apartment building. My downstairs neighbor chose that very moment to walk her Pomeranian, Mr. Fluff. Mr. Fluff, being a dog of a dramatic disposition, yelped and bolted, leading to a frantic chase.

 To make matters worse, one of the bags had split upon landing, and its contents were now beautifully spread across the pathway, creating an impromptu obstacle course. I could only watch in horror as another neighbor tried to maneuver her bicycle through the trash minefield, ending with a wobbly detour into the bushes.

Red-faced, I dashed downstairs, where my audience consisted of a traumatized Pomeranian, a neighbor with leaves in her hair, and several onlookers who probably rated my trash-throwing antics a solid 10/10 on the unintentional entertainment scale.

It took me twice as long to clean up the mess than it did to produce it. My YouTube inspiration was officially a failure, and I learned a valuable lesson: Sometimes, the old way is the best way.

Needless to say, from that day forward, I became a minor celebrity in my building. The "trash-chute guy," they'd call me. And every time I take out the trash now? It's accompanied by a chorus of playful cheers and advice from my neighbors.

It Was a Simple Project, Story 3. Simple Trash Task Gone Awry and others are available in this Ebook, Paperback, and/or PDF formats by visiting these sites-

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Amazon Paperback - $7.99 @ https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CLY5T3Z1

IndieBooksPlus on Etsy PDF - $2.99 @ https://www.etsy.com/listing/1600695494/ 

 

It Was a Simple Project, Story 1 - The Great Tire Misadventure

 

Let me weave you a tale of the one time I believed changing a flat tire was as easy as changing a light bulb. Spoiler: it was more like trying to change the color of the sky.

One sunny day, as I was driving while humming to the tune of "Can't Stop the Feeling," I felt the jarring thud of betrayal from beneath. My tire had decided to retire without giving me a two-week notice. I pulled over, confident in my previous tire-changing successes. It would be a matter of minutes, I believed.

As I popped open my trunk, I realized my first hurdle: my spare tire was trapped beneath a mountain of camping gear I had yet to unpack from my last expedition. Juggling a lantern, tent poles, and a surprisingly aggressive raccoon that had hitched a ride, I finally unearthed my spare tire.

With beads of sweat forming on my forehead, I set to work on the lug nuts, but it seemed they had made a pact to remain unyielding. I tugged, turned, jumped, and even attempted a chant I learned from my yoga class hoping to summon some ancient tire-changing spirits.

As I pondered about seeking a gym membership, a kind gentleman pulled over. "Need a hand?" he asked, flexing his muscles as if he had daily duels with lug nuts. Feeling relieved, I nodded eagerly.

But just as we both gave it a Herculean try; I lost grip on the lug wrench. Like an Olympic javelin, it soared across the road. We watched in slow motion as it narrowly missed a passing convertible, which just so happened to be full of nuns on a road trip. Their faces, a mix of horror and surprise, were priceless. The wrench landed on the other side, making friends with a very startled squirrel.

The world went silent, and then we erupted into laughter. The kind that comes from deep within, where tears roll down and bellies ache. People must have thought we had won the lottery with our uncontrollable giggling by the roadside.

Alas, our merriment didn’t solve the problem. With a sigh, we concluded that professional help was needed. A tow truck was called, and we shared more laughs as we waited.

The truck driver, a robust lady with tattoos of wrenches and tires, had the lug nuts off in seconds. She winked and said, "It's all in the technique."

That day, I learned a lot: always unpack your camping gear, raccoons are sneaky hitchhikers, nuns enjoy convertibles, squirrels have a thing for lug wrenches, and some lug nuts just demand respect.

And so, what seemed like a simple pit stop became a comedy of errors. Every time I pass that spot on the road, I chuckle. After all, life's little misadventures make the best stories.

 

It Was a Simple Project, Story -1. The Great Tire Misadventure and other stories are available in Ebook, Paperback, and/or PDF formats by visiting these sites-

Kindle Ebook - $3.99 @ https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CLW8QLNX

Amazon Paperback - $7.99 @ https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CLY5T3Z1

IndieBooksPlus on Etsy PDF - $2.99 @ https://www.etsy.com/listing/1600695494

It Was a Simple Project - Story 2 Dock Fishing

So, there we were, two self-proclaimed fishing experts ready to tackle the aquatic frontier. I mean, we had everything: the fishing rods, the best bait, and of course, beer. The trinity of a perfect fishing day! Or so we thought.

The start was promising, the sun shining, the water calm, and the beer, well, chilled. The first fish was less of a trophy catch and more of a fidgety tap dancer. The way it wriggled and jumped all over the dock, we would’ve sworn it was auditioning for a fishy Broadway show. Trying to hold it was like trying to hold a bar of soap covered in baby oil. With its last act of defiance, it gave our faces a couple of hundred high-speed tail fin slaps, practically screaming, "Who's laughing now?!" We were – uncontrollably so.

Determined, we continued. But instead of pulling up legendary fish, we ended up with the docks lost and found collection. My friend's catch of the day? An ancient beer can that probably held a tale of a party from the 90s. Me? A piece of driftwood that looked suspiciously like a medieval weapon. Maybe we were destined for another profession: underwater archaeologists, perhaps?

Then, in our slightly inebriated state, came the epiphany: Hot dogs! It’s universal food! What living creature wouldn't be tempted by the smell of a juicy hot dog? So, we baited our lines with pieces of them, fully expecting a monster catch. And boy, did we get one.

Imagine the surprise of pulling up not a fish, but a very indignant seagull, squawking, "This isn’t what I ordered!" Panic ensued. My friend was of no help, convulsing with laughter, while I tried negotiating with the bird, "Look buddy, just let go!" Thankfully, after a spirited tango, the seagull decided hot dogs weren’t worth the trouble and flew off, leaving us in a state of disarray.

By the time we decided to pack up, we looked like we had wrestled with a pack of hungry wolves. Tired, sun-kissed (more like sun-slapped), and drenched in a mysterious concoction of fish guts, hot dog juice, and the proud mark of a traumatized seagull.

The drive back was full of raucous laughter. Yes, we might be the world's most inefficient fishermen, but in the grand scheme of things, we were champions at making memories. And the universe agreed – someone captured our seagull dance, and it's gone viral with over 100,000 views! As to where you can watch our unexpected fame. Well, some things are better kept secret.

We did get some fish.  Found a fast food restaurant that sold fish and tarter sandwiches.  We ate six of them between the two of us. Most relaxing fish I have ever eaten. 

It Was a Simple Project, Story -2. Dock Fishing and others are available in Ebook, Paperback, and/or PDF formats by visiting one of these sites-

Kindle Ebook - $3.99 @ https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CLW8QLNX

Amazon Paperback - $7.99 @ https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CLY5T3Z1

IndieBooksPlus on Etsy PDF - $2.99 @ https://www.etsy.com/listing/1600695494/  

 2. So, Why does it seem that humor in America has fallen by the wayside?

Some people think humor in America has changed a lot because society itself has changed. There are a few reasons why it might seem like humor has fallen to the wayside:

·         People are more careful now: With the internet and social media, what you say can be seen by lots of people very quickly. People are more aware of how their words can hurt others or be misunderstood. This makes some folks careful about what jokes they tell or laugh at, especially if the humor could upset someone.

·         Different ideas about what's funny: America is full of people from all kinds of backgrounds, and everyone has their own idea of what's funny. What makes one person laugh might not be funny to someone else. Because of this, humor that tries to include everyone might seem less bold or edgy.

·         Serious times: When there are a lot of serious things happening in the world, like political issues or health crises, it can make humor seem less important. People might focus more on the big, serious stuff and less on finding things to laugh about.

·         Changing entertainment: The way we find humor has changed. Instead of just TV shows, movies, and stand-up comedy, now there are memes, short videos, and social media posts. Some people think these new kinds of humor aren't as deep or meaningful as older forms.

 But it's not all gloomy! People still love to laugh, and humor is everywhere – it might just look a little different than it used to. Comedians and writers are finding new ways to make people laugh, keeping in mind all these changes in the world. So, even if it seems like humor is less common, it's just changing to match the times.