Good morning fine folks of the blogosphere! Time once again for #SoCS. The lovely Linda G. Hill tells us “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “co-” Find a word that uses “co” as a prefix and use it in your post. Have fun!”
This is a test. Of the emergency broadcast system. Not really! Only feels like a test.
Prefix huh? As in placing letters before the root of the word? Doing so for the express purpose of changing the meaning? Hmmmm. Well let’s see what we come up with.
“Co” think, think, and think.
Co … Co … Co … pa-cabana … she fell in love
Barry’s in the house and the ear worm has commenced
Her name was Lola, she was a show girl
Or Jilly two shoes
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
That’s not even the assignment
Here is your mission … should you choose to accept it
Put Co- in front of something. Then stream until your heart’s content.
Co-pilot. Lulu is my co-pilot. She’s all grown up though. My little co-pilot. Not little anymore. For much of her life, we palled around, just the two of us. Pony flew the coop and B? Well he was always at work. Why? … because … well because someone had to bring home the bacon. So I could fry it up in the pan.
I rarely cook. And bacon is a hot mess. Tastes fan-freaking-tastic but the splatter of all that grease. Forget it! That’s B’s job. He is our chief cook and I am the bottle washer.
There’s co for you … we co-operate.
And in our almost 35 years of wedded bliss, we sure have overcome some curve balls.
The tough stuff either pushes you together or pulls you apart. For better or for worse, we’re in the former category. With love and mutual respect, we have all that’s necessary to co-exist in relative peace and harmony.
And on that note, without further ado, I bid you all adieu. Parlez-vous français? Oui, oui. But only by help of Google translator.
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As always. more to come.