#GutenMorgen ihr Tröties und Toots!
#Kaffee :cafe_latte:?
#Tee :oolong_tea:?
#Toast 🥪?
Ausgeschlafen und durch eure Tröts gescrollt - trotz angespannter Weltlage: hier steht ein Baumarktbesuch an.
Wir brauchen Umzugskartons um den Flur für die Renovierung zu räumen, Holzlack für unsere Balkonsessel und einen Rohrreiniger für den Duschablauf.
Der streikt seit einer Woche.
Alltag ganz normal.
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#GutenMorgen ihr Tröties und Toots!
#Kaffee ☕?
#Tee 🍵?
#Toast 🍞?
Bin den Tag unterwegs - Fotoeinsatz - wir lesen uns heute Abend.
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#GutenMorgen ihr Tröties und Toots!
#Kaffee :coffee_mug:?
#Tee :oolong_tea:?
#Toast 🥪?
Ausnahmsweise heute Wecker ⏰ getrommel (Mein Handy hat ein fantastisches Urwaldfeeling als Weckton).
Steuertermine und heute Abend mal wieder Fraktionssitzung in der RL-Version bei Pizza vom Lieferdienst und griechischem Salat (aus meiner Küche).
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#GutenMorgen ihr Tröties und Toots!
#Kaffee ☕?
#Tee 🍵?
#Toast 🍞?
Das wird ein ganz normaler Montag mit Steuerterminen und abends #Montagsnudeln. Die Hitze macht Pause - Gehirn arbeitet wieder.
Der Snoopy ist speziell für @AufDerSuche5 🎁
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#GoodLife #Pastry #Toast

#TimeTravelAuthors 06/15 Do your characters ever use/encounter #AI.
#TimeTravelingGhost Part 13
#WSS366 #Toast

The Folies Bergère exploded with cheers as Sidney Bechet wrapped up his set. Partygoers toasted him, setting off poppers that laced the air with tinsel streamers. On the floor, dancers finished with a final Black Bottom grind, or maybe a Snakehips slide.

The Countess raised a glass. “Isten, bor, és vér—három, ami sosem hazudik.” (God, wine, and blood—three things that never lie.) “Bechet stirs the room, but she’ll set it alight.” She barely finished her toast when a slender, mocha-skinned woman glided onto the stage. Her banana skirt was as intriguing as her face.

I sat in rapt attention. Her voice, sometimes a lilting siren song, sometimes a wild, savage beat, held the room in spellbound silence. What could one say? This was a dusky goddess descended to earth.

Josephine Baker.

I would never forget that wild, tumultuous dance, the shimmying bananas, the sway, her face alight with divine pleasure and mischief.

When she finished, the room erupted. If I had thought the applause for Sidney Bechet was overwhelming, this was a tempest. Tinsel streamers flew, settling like multicolored cobwebs across the crowd.

“A toast,” the countess said, pouring from a magnum of Champagne now resting on the table.

“To the talk of Paris. Egészségedre! Egészségére!” (To your health! To her health!)

“She has fire, such spirit. I could drink of her essence all night. Just sitting here, I feel years younger. You are an American, yes? Is America not a land of machines and industry? Do you think a soulless machine could match such majesty? It could jiggle on stage; spout clever words; parrot wisdom and nonsense, maybe. But never this. God made man, the Devil, but copies it.”

I feared the Countess had drunk too much.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmw5eGh888Y

#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #JosephineBaker #CountessElizabethBáthory #Jazz #Roaring20s #jazzhistory #Dance #NMV366

Smoke wafted over the porch as Kyle and Hal got toasted.
Hal exhaled, "Yanno there's a difference between 'You're toast' and 'Your toast'?"
"The hell that come from?"
"Like 'You're toast' is how heroes in kino tell the bad guy they're dead." Hal suffered a coughing fit. "But 'Your toast' is what mom says serving ya breffas."
"And if either of you don't land a job," Mom hollered from inside, "You're both #toast"
They clinked their pipes, "A toast to Mom!"
"Hah" Mom laughed, "Nice try."
#wss366

"Breakfast in bed, Darling?" Zsazsa asked.
"How about some toast?" Booboo replied.
"I'll be right back!"
Ten minutes later, Zsazsa returned with a plate carrying two pieces of #toast, lightly-browned and generously buttered.
Booboo had not moved, as she was elaborately tied to the bed. (1/2) #wss366

"Aren't you going to untie me?" she asked.
Zsazsa just smiled and held out a piece of #toast to feed her.
"But what about the crumbs?" Booboo asked, concerned.
"They are part of the experience, Darling!" Zsazsa purred.
"Oh, you demon!" Booboo said, and took a big bite of the toast. (2/2) #wss366

Today's Wandering Shop Stories #prompt is #toast. Feel like writing something short and sweet that has the word "toast" in it? Check out the definitions of the word at: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/toast Join in and tag it with #wss366! #writing #WritingLife #microfiction h/t @tobadzistsini

#cartoon #cartoons #kunst #illustration #karikatur #comedy #köln #krefeld #fhn #design #lustig #schwarzerhumor #gag #lyrisch #komisch #satire #fun #witz #witzig #scholten #scholtencartoon #comic #wiese #natur #grün #toast #toaster #brot #backen

#GutenMorgen ihr Tröties und Toots!
#Kaffee ☕ (Wenn gewünscht, auch kalt)?
#Tee 🍵 ?
#Toast 🍞?
Mein einziger Tagesplan: der AfD in unserem Ort die rote Karte zeigen.
Muss meine Plakate noch zum Sandwich umbauen vorher.
Der Mann ist zum Wochenmarkt, unser langjähriger Bergkäsestand hört leider auf - der Marktleiter will ihm seinen Standplatz wegnehmen, weil er nicht jeden Samstag kommt.
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Ok. I at the OAPs (old aged parents), it’s five in the morning and we need to get out for a run. Sliced bread around and … I have to say I love and appreciate the label. Just what I wanted on my toast! Mould ripened 😋

#toast #brie #running

#GutenMorgen ihr Tröties und Toots!
#Kaffee :cafe_raf:?
#Tee :white_tea:?
#Toast 🍞?
Chilltag im Rentnerhaushalt! Ich werde es auskosten! 🤗
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Avocado toast had a good run, but this mushroom version? Total scene-stealer. #toast

https://sagealphagal.com/mushroom-toast-recipe/?utm_source=flipboard&utm_medium=activitypub

Posted into The Recipe Exchange @the-recipe-exchange-food

【asmr】サーモンタルタルトーストモッパン eatingsounds https://www.yumcoco.com/243494/ ##アボカド #ASMR #avocado #AvocadoToastRecipes #EatingSounds #EatingSounds #mukbang #salmon #toast #アボカド×トースト #アボカド×トーストレシピ #アボカドタルタルトースト #アボカドレシピ #サーモン #サーモンタルタル #トースト #トーストレシピ #モッパン #咀嚼音

#GutenMorgen ihr Tröties und Toots!
#Kaffee :cafe_cappucino:?
#Tee :black_tea:?
#Toast 🍞?
Dass der Abgabetermin für Steuererklärungen näher rückt, merke ich an der zunehmenden Zahl von Terminanfragen, die mich morgens aus dem Schlaf klingeln..
Mein Tagesplan: die Sommerblumen in die Balkonkästen pflanzen und zu einer ehemaligen Kollegin fahren.
Und eine Gegendemo gegen eine AfD Versammlung hier im Ort initiieren.
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#GutenMorgen ihr Tröties und Toots!
#Kaffee ☕?
#Tee 🫖?
#Toast 🍞?
Heute ist 'Kopfgärtnertag', außerdem muss ich bei der Frauenärztin vorbei - so war das mit dem elektronischen Rezept sicher nicht gedacht -, der Sperrmüll muss vor die Tür (wird morgen abgeholt) und abends dann zum Doppelkopf - also auf ins Vergnügen!
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RAT TAIL SUMMER

This story is dedicated to my friend and döppelganger, Max. 

We were conceived as you all sat under the porchlight in fateful April. 

Someone said: “Guys. This year, it’s gonna be Rat Tail Summer.” 

“Rat Tail Summer?” said another voice. 

“Yeah. We’ll all grow rat tails and have a Rat Tail Summer. You can’t define it! Rat Tail Summer’s a feeling.” 

We shivered with glee and put all our energy into growing! Our time was nigh! 

It was true: None of you knew what Rat Tail Summer truly meant, but we had our ideas, and as you slept that evening, snug in your beds, the wind blowing outside and cold rain lashing, we imagined for you.  

We pushed our dreams into your minds through the bases of your skulls and you dreamed them too. 

In our dream, we were fully grown, reaching past your collars, slender and long. 

We imagined you waking up with drool crust on your lips and walking out on the back porch, bleary eyed, in baggy underwear and construction boots to meet the sun. Cicadas droned as you inhaled the day.  

You drank tepid water at breakfast and toast went cool on your plates, butter soaking and congealing inside as you plotted and figured out your days. 

Your mothers and fathers shook their heads and spoke to one another in hushed voices. 

“Do you think they’re okay?” 

“Okay’s got nothing to do with it. They’ll be 30 soon. It’s time for them to wake up and get a real job.” 

But you didn’t mind for now. Rat Tail Summer necessitated unemployment. Rat Tail Summer was your job. 

In the afternoon, you roved the hot pavement in rowdy packs of bicycles, standing on your pedals, weaving like sidewinders. You monopolized the asphalt, drivers honking their horns, frustrated by your bliss. Who knew a haircut could have this much power? We were like lifelines, tethering you to whatever world you envisioned. 

A quick veer, and you were path-bound, speeding through gnat clouds, past tiger lilies and chicory, and the fog of creek stink. We adorned your necks beautifully, lounging there in the sun, streaming in the breeze, tickling your napes, a reminder of the freedom you’d captured in our pleats. 

When you tired of biking, you luxuriated in the heat, sweating in denim cut-offs and stretched muscle tees. You browned and burned and fell asleep. You gasped awake and drank to bursting, pulling your bikes from the grass to peddle lazily home. 

In the evening, you flung the house’s windows open wide and gathered around bowls of beans and mason jars of flat beer to conspire about spreading the good word: 

“An avantgarde band?”  

“Sure, but we need something with more umph, you know?” 

A rave, we whispered in unison. A rave by the river. 

“I’ve got it!” one of you said, snapping their fingers. “Let’s throw a rave!” 

“That’s perfect,” called another. “A Rat Tail Summer Rave. Perfect!” 

And that’s what you did. 

You dispersed under the cover of night, to stick posters to telephone poles, electrical boxes, and garbage cans. You slipped flyers under doors and whispered your invitations through keyholes and into the tailpipes of parked cars so that when their owners started them in the morning before work, your voices rumbled: 

HAVE YOU HEARD? IT’S RAT TAIL SUMMER! 

Another night, all of you, dozens now, swarmed to the river, slinking in the darkness through the underbrush. You congregated under a bridge scrawled with graffiti and whirled IN deep techno with the fervour and urgency of religion. Eager converts, in oxford shirts and pleated slacks and professional looking dresses, lined up waiting for all their hair but the select few to be shorn, punching their ticket to freedom and ecstasy. 

You basked in the reverberating bass. You pierced your ears with potatoes and ice cubes. You swapped clothes with strangers, regardless of fit, fabric, or gender. You danced with concentration and earnestness. Your faces twisted with honest expression, ugly, and thus beautiful in their ugliness. You started experimental and secretive love affairs, leading each other by linking fingers into the shadows beyond the ring of twisting dancers and firelight.  

And all the while, we were there, dripping sweat down your spines, whispering encouragement, and whipping in the cool night air, hallowing your heads like you were all angels. 

In the morning, you all woke up from our dreams, touching the napes of your necks and finding them bare. All of you were giddy with excitement. April to June? Plenty of time to grow your tails. You reconvened, eager to discuss your visions, eager to spread the word. 

Many of you cut your hair that day, leaving lone curls to be braided. All of you invited friends to enlist. 

As the temperature rose, and we grew in preparation, so did your excitement. 

And then the bubble popped. You disbanded. You got jobs, took trips, fell in love, and moved on. Those of you who grew rat tails snipped them off and offered them to the birds for nesting. Your cut braids unraveled and blew away. 

Rat Tail Summer was a feeling. It was a state of mind. It was the temperature of the soul. 

Rat Tail Summer was exquisitely grimy. 

Rat Tail Summer never happened. 

But the dreams still lived, and they are beautiful. 

#breakfast #cicadas #collars #doppelganger #friend #glee #max #ratTailSummer #shortStory #slender #Summer #toast #twinlessTwins

#GutenMorgen ihr Tröties und Toots!
#Kaffee :cafe_espresso:?
#Tee :oolong_tea:?
#Toast 🍞?
Ab heute wieder Alltag, und ich muss mich dringend um die Sommerbepflanzung unserer Balkonkästen kümmern - auch wenn die Hornveilchen noch üppig blühen.
Mal schauen, was die Gärtnerei noch zu bieten hat.
Abends dann keine Fraktion, sondern eine Veranstaltung zum Thema: wie können wir erschwinglichen Wohnraum schaffen?
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