This week’s prompt comes straight from Mama Kat, who runs an awesome website over at www.mamakatslosinit.com. Every Thursday, she hosts a Writer’s Workshop and offers weekly prompts to inspire creativity. She then asks her readers to stop back at her site, post a link to your prompt-inspired article, and show some “comment love,” as she would call it. It’s a wonderful contribution to the Blog-O-Sphere, and it has certainly caught on like wildfire. You’ll be hearing more about Mama Kat later in the week in my What the #FF?!? Friday feature.
So, without further delay, I present to you the original prompt from Mama’s website…
10 Reasons Why I Could Never Be Friends With…(fill in the blank)
…AND, my answer….
10 Reasons Why I Could Never Be Friends with A Snowman
10.) I’m all for originality and non-conformity, but I could never be a nudist. Snowmen brazenly stand in public, with nothing but a corn cob pipe and some coal buttons to cover their naughty parts. At least Frosty sported a hat, but his “igloo” at the “South Pole” was still in plain sight, for all to see.
Photo from Terry Hart
9.) I refuse to go through any type of plastic surgery, while snowmen deem vegetables to be superior upgrades to their own noses. Really, if you can’t love who you are, who can you love?
Photo from Ian Baker
8.) And speaking of loving who you are, snowmen are always losing/gaining weight! They’re never satisfied of their appearance, and are always struggling to change it. Sure, I’m all for staying healthy through exercise and proper nutrition, but you don’t need to change your appearance to appease someone! Come February, they all start to look a little thinner…I say they’re just trying to shape up for bikini season.
Photo from Cartoon Stock
7.) I would find it incredibly hard to be friends with someone who leads a sedimentary lifestyle. I love being on the go! I’ve tried in the past to encourage them to leave the yard and head out on the town for a night, but they sternly refuse. Heck, they don’t even turn to look at me when I talk. That’s just plain rude.
Photo from Paul of the Future
6.) They let themselves go and take no pride in their appearance. Two words: yellow snow. It’s so sad when it happens…breaks my heart.
Photo from Only Funny Images
5.) They can only be friends when it’s convenient for them. Every March, we always lose touch. They stop calling, I can’t get in contact with them, and by April, they’ve mysteriously disappeared…with no forwarding address. The nerve…
Photo by Guy Sports
4.) They always want to be the center of attention….especially around the holidays. Whenever I have a party, they’re waiting outside for guests to arrive. Not only that, but they constantly show off their lean, buff arms and win all staring contests.
Photo from Cartoon Stock
3.) Whenever they pop over for a visit, it has to be on their terms. We have to have at least 10 inches of snow! We have to visit when it’s at least 27 degrees! We have to only eat gazpacho and iced lattes! It’s always “ME, ME, ME” with them!
You can’t just snap your fingers and have everything at your will, Frosty…
2.) I once opened my home to Frosty. I invited him in to partake of a roaring fire, some hot mulled cider, and a steaming pot of chicken chowder. He ran at the sight of the flames, and has never contacted me since. Called me jaded, but I’ve never felt the same about snowmen since. Ungrateful, son-of-a….
Glad I didn’t make the Firehouse Chili…
1.) I’m all for having a good time, but I draw the line at public streaking and drunkenness. Oh sure, the lyrics say that when Frosty placed the hat on his head, “he began to dance around” and ran all through the village with a broomstick in his hand…but, given his proclivity to nudity, I’d say he just ran bare-naked throughout the town square. He even evaded the authorities until he heard the traffic cop yell “STOP!”, and let’s face it…if you’re willing to stop for a traffic cop, you are clearly intoxicated.
Many thanks to Mama Kat for letting me participate in her weekly Writer’s Workshop. It’s been fun writing with prompts, but I’m discovering that my inspirations may not always come from Plinky. So, what do you think? Should I change the name of my Thursday posts from “Plinky Prompts Thursday” to something more appropo? If so, what?