Indigo Bunting

My partner and I were visiting a local park with friends. As we headed out one of the hiking trails, we crossed paths with a large group of birders returning from the field.

As their group neared us, we heard one phrase; “it was an indigo bunting.” Everyone in the group exploded with laughter. We laughed, too, because laughter is contagious. But after they passed, we were baffled.

I spent the rest of the day trying to think of anything involving an indigo bunting that could be that funny. To this day, if someone says, “indigo bunting,” I giggle uncontrollably.

From Guest Contributor Johanna Haas

Leading Questions

“Does my ass look OK in these jeans?” she asked me.

“What do you mean?”

“Me arse—it looks OK?”

“Why? Did you do something to it?”

“Can’t you be serious?”

“You're aware it has a crack in it, aren’t you?”

“Do you think you’re funny?”

“What do you want to know? Is it the right shape? The right size?”

“Is it big?”

“What does big mean? Can you walk over by the door?”

“To here? Far enough?”

“There now you’ve made it smaller, haven’t you? Does that make you happy?”

“You just can’t get in the mood, can you?”

From Guest Contributor Edward Voeller

Rain Day

I stare out the window watching the torrents of rain pound the leaves on my maple tree and listen to the ferocious wind hit against the siding of my house. My dog Patty barks and scratches the windowpane. I pull her next to me on the couch and rub her stomach, the only thing that soothes her. Roads are closed due to flooding and I’m stuck at home.

I had an argument with my boss yesterday about not getting enough time off. Now I’m home and bored out of my mind watching the clock.

It’s funny how things turn out.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher