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I'm participating in the Back From the Future Blog Hop.
Here are my Instructions:
You're up before dawn on a Saturday when the doorbell rings. You haven't brewed your coffee so you wonder if you imagined the sound. Plonking the half-filled carafe in the sink, you go to the front door and cautiously swing it open. No one there. As you cast your eyes to the ground, you see a parcel addressed to you ... from you.
You scoop it up and haul it inside, sensing something legitimate despite the extreme oddness of the situation. Carefully, you pry it open. Inside is a shoebox -- sent from ten years in the future -- and it's filled with items you have sent yourself.
You're up before dawn on a Saturday when the doorbell rings. You haven't brewed your coffee so you wonder if you imagined the sound. Plonking the half-filled carafe in the sink, you go to the front door and cautiously swing it open. No one there. As you cast your eyes to the ground, you see a parcel addressed to you ... from you.
You scoop it up and haul it inside, sensing something legitimate despite the extreme oddness of the situation. Carefully, you pry it open. Inside is a shoebox -- sent from ten years in the future -- and it's filled with items you have sent yourself.
What's in it?
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As I look out the window, I spot my neighbor waving from her driveway and heading my way. I open the door to see what she wants.
"I met the future you looking for your house to deliver that package," she points, "but you forgot where you live," she says.
"Do I move in the future?" Not that it would matter since I've lived in my house for twenty-two years.
"No. You're just even more forgetful than you are now."
Great. I thank her, close the door, and open a Stinga shoe box, a future best selling brand that sports "kick me" across the heals. The box reveals a half eaten donut with teeth digging into it. Under the donut clutching teeth is one smiley-face sock with a purple note sticking out of the top.
Dear Me,
The 2013 economy is in a rut, so I've included something valuable to help you out. If you look closely at our teeth, you'll find gold fillings in the molars. As for the sock, I couldn't find the mate in 2023, so I figured I'd send it back to see if you have it.
Love,
Me
I take the teeth and start for the door, but I forget what I'm supposed to do with them. Oh well. At least I still have half of a tasty donut. I take a bite only to remember that I stopped eating sugar years ago. Darn! I guess I should give up artificial sweeteners too.
37 comments:
Enjoyed the whimsy here! :) Wonderfully done!
Blessings!
Loved this!! And half of a tasty donut is better then no donut at all :)
You are supposed to take the teeth and trade them in for some plane tickets down under to visit your long lost college roommate.
That was a cute story. It will be so cool if it can happen--can't imagine my *future me* visiting me :-)
how could you give up donuts? The missing sock was a cool thought too.
......dhole
Well done! I thoroughly enjoyed it. Your neighbor must be mega-cool not to freak out at meeting the future you.
Great post, Joyce. Funny sarcasm suits you perfectly (as long as it's not aimed at me, hehehe)
xoxo
Love the missing sock! :-)
You have a great sense of humour! I enjoyed this creative entry!
Great job! And I totally understand why you gave up dough-nuts. Hey, new Follower here. *waves*
This is a really cool idea for a post. I loved reading your version of it and the missing sock was totally awesome.
The cost of metal is only going up and up; that's a good stash. As for the sock, I'm always missing one it seems. I have a small pile. It's great when I actually find one. Usually one is stuck to the inside of a shirt.
Haha, very clever entry. So did you have the other sock?
Gotta love that missing sock idea. So totally practical.
Lee
Writers Workshop
An A to Z Co-host blog
LOl thanks for making me laugh it's a shame about the other sock and other half of the doughnut but like you said half is better than none heheh!
Have a sweetastic weekend :-)
Too funny! And was the donut stale? ;)
I'd have eaten the rest of the donut...barefoot. I can't find any pairs of socks that match anymore. :P
Hilarious post! I'm glad the neighbor didn't freak out from meeting you from the future.
~the Cougar ;-)
I don't think I'd eat a donut from the future, wouldn't it be stale? Every neighbourhood seems to have one of those nosy types. I always used to tell the kids that lost socks end up in Odd-sock-land, but I didn't know it was in the future, too.
LOL! Thanks for the chuckle! Love your cute story!
Have a blessed Sunday!
Lol!
Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly
Hilarious and bizarre! A winning combination!
~Just Jill
Very funny! Love the sock!
So funny!
Now I have a craving to watch Back to the Future!
Delightfully dotty and low tech :-)
Couldn't you have at least left yourself some winning stock tips?
you are such a goof! should have sent some memory booster pills!
You have a twisted wit, like it. Teeth and a sock? I am wondering what I would do.. oh yes, start writing earlier in your life, before they invented blogs. FUNNY!
LOL, I would need a box of socks mailed to me, I seem to always have a ton of mismatches.
I've been sitting here a solid five minutes trying to think of what I'd send myself. Likely a size small bikini to remind myself that I'm skinny now and should continue to work out lest I widen up too much. Hmmm...
Love it!
Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com
Agree with Binky! Why wouldn't future you leave stock tips or winning lotto numbers? If future me paid a visit and didn't leave those, I'd punch her in the face.
lol.. love it! And I bet present-you was happy to get that sock back! ;)
Very amusing! I love your take on the hop you're participating in. It all goess together so well too. Kudos!
ACK! No, look at the fillings! The fillings!! XD
the fillings! How very creative. And i love that you now have another missing sock to worry about.
Nutschell
www.thewritingnut.com
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