My friend over at Theconfusing middle.com gives a Prompt each week. I don’t always participate, as, some Prompts just don’t pertain, but this one is interesting. Before I get into it, why don’t you consider visiting the site? After, you read this. Tell them Venus sent you!
The word for the week is:
Now, I am a woman who can’t sew, and have no desire to learn. In Home Ec in High School, it took half a semester to make a Patchwork Pillow and an ugly Dress..most of which, my teacher did. Knots annoy me and I don’t have the patience to deal with threading a Needle.
Of course, one can’t refer to the Needle without mentioning the “Needle in the haystack.” comment. How it got there in the first place should be considered..I mean, who sews while sitting in hay? Never mind how to find it. Heck, just play in the hay, you’ll find it by getting stabbed..Now, finding a contact lens in shag carpet is more relative to my life.. and a story for another day. But, I digress.
The last type of Needle, I want to discuss, are doctors Needles. Shots, or even the ones to take blood. Having spent the first two years of my life in the hospital and follow up appointments over the years, I am used to Needles. Heck, I have even given myself shots before, when Imatrex came in injection. Needles can be scary, but a necessary part of our health.
And that’s just some examples of Needles. If you want to get literal, there’s Needles, California and Needles plants in the desert.