{"id":206,"date":"2023-05-12T12:00:38","date_gmt":"2023-05-12T17:00:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/?p=206&#038;preview=true&#038;preview_id=206"},"modified":"2023-05-07T09:56:24","modified_gmt":"2023-05-07T14:56:24","slug":"how-i-found-a-pot-of-gold-chapter-one-a-poopish-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/index.php\/2023\/05\/12\/how-i-found-a-pot-of-gold-chapter-one-a-poopish-day\/","title":{"rendered":"How I Found a Pot of Gold: Chapter One: A Poopish Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:15pt\">I was walking along the road when suddenly a clover popped out at me and pooped on my face. I really hate it when that happens. Bit nasty if you ask me. Unless humans think differently. Then it&#8217;s delightful? Really not the most delightful and happy thing to me, especially if you&#8217;ve had a bad day. I hate those clovers. They&#8217;re nasty little doodies. Literally. But nevermind that. I walked home, muttering about showering or jumping in the lake. Either one works. I was walking home, when Sally suddenly ran into me. &#8220;Hey Georgie!&#8221; She said. She seemed to be in a hurry. &#8220;Where are you going?&#8221; I called after her. But she had already ran off. I frowned. <em>What&#8217;s been going on today?<\/em> I thought. I went home, and arrived shortly. I told mom I&#8217;d shower. I showered and showered until the clover poop finally washed off. What a doo-doo day! <span style=\"text-decoration:underline\"><em>Ugh!<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was walking along the road when suddenly a clover popped out at me and pooped on my face. I really hate it when that happens. Bit nasty if you ask me. Unless humans think differently. Then it&#8217;s delightful? Really not the most delightful and happy thing to me, especially if you&#8217;ve had a bad [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16,55],"tags":[36,18,87,11],"class_list":["post-206","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction","category-writing-samples","tag-carolyn","tag-fiction","tag-pot-of-gold","tag-writing"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=206"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":222,"href":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206\/revisions\/222"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=206"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=206"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=206"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}