In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Plead the Fifth.”
“How was your weekend?”
I hate that question. Loathe it. Despise it.
First of all, it’s none of your business. If I’d done something worth yapping about, that I wanted you to KNOW about, I would have yapped.
Second – you’re probably just asking so you can yap at ME about what YOU did over the weekend. Don’t waste my time or yours. Just TELL me. I won’t be interested probably, but I’ll smile and nod (to show I’m listening), open my mouth just a little bit and my eyes a lot (to express astonishment), and then say one of three things – “Oh wow, that sounds like fun”, or “No WAY! You didn’t! Ohmygod!”, or “Oh, no. <insert tsk noise> Oh, that’s awful, I’m so sorry”
Third – I’m mostly just ashamed that the answer is almost always NOTHING. I did nothing. I did laundry, went to the library, made some soup, cleaned the cat box, watched House of Cards on Netflix, read blogs. One thing I did NOT do was walk for 7 hours in Scotland like my blend* Jonathan.
*I’m kind of upset that BLEND (meaning (to me anyway) a blogger whose blog I like so much that I feel like you’re an actual friend) is already a thing. I was hoping I’d invented it.