Happy Thanksgiving from me and mine to you and yours!
On 7/8/2016, Tom, my friends and I got to meet our favorite author. We were almost last in line (on purpose; see also: anxiety issues) and got to get our books signed, and talk with Jenny. Tom got his Rory card signed and I gave Jenny the Knitted Knaughties. If you don’t know about these, you’ll have to put that in my search box and enjoy a really good story about Jenny matchmaking me (in Iowa) and Louise (in New Zealand; see also: possible place to move if Trump becomes President, because if so, I’m Audi, dude) to come up with a knitted vagina and penis to show women where to find their clitoris in a totally non-skeevy way. Seriously; some women have to be shown. My sons learned a lot from this pair, and to their future wives, I say, “You. Are. Welcome.”
That was kind of a long stream of consciousness type of ramble, and I blame my phone. So I’ll just tack on the pictures and call it good.
And they all checked one thing off their bucket list and lived happily ever after. Amen.
Yes, I know there’s much more important things going on in the world than Dory growing out her hair.
At least 3 times a week I pick up my phone to text Cathy to make an appointment to cut it all off. Then I put it down and resolve to wait until at least April to make any drastic moves.
With Sassy Glasses
Now, on to more important things than my hair.
In the car on the way… all bouncing off the walls in happy anticipation of good times on the horizon
From me & mine to you & yours!
I’m gonna rock 2012 like none other, baby.
How about you?
Here’s a year’s worth of Daily Mug Shots for ya. Shots taken 1-1-11 to 12-31-11.
Here’s one you ain’t heard in a while…
Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude.
I still don’t know what to write about. I have to get the crappy stuff out of my head so I can give you the good stuff. Maybe I’ll do a whole stream-of-consciousness thing offline tomorrow and see if I can clear through the overgrown brush enough to see the edge of the meadow. You remember that exercise your creative writing teacher made you do in high school? Write for 20 minutes straight no matter what. Just keep writing.
My extension in Google Chrome that lets me pass on everything I post at G+ over at Facebook and Twitter was wonky today.
I have no words for you.
You get pics I edited today and posted on G+ that didn’t make it to Facebook or Twitter.
Shit happens, people. Life’s not fair. Eat your vegetables. Put a coat on; you’ll catch your death of cold! Wait, what?
Here they are.
BTW, that one is a composite of these three…
And they lived happily ever after.