Fridaaaaay!… aka Untitled Much Ado

True Confessions ~

I bought the Halloween candy prematurely.


It is prematurely gone.

The end.


In Other News ~

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking it was eight days between Wednesday’s bloggity post and the bloggity post before that.

Unacceptable, couch potato-ish writing!

Slacker!!, you cry!!!

[I heard WordPress was giving out bonus stars for exclamation points today. Just sayin’.]

Let me break it down for you.

In descending order.

Wed, Oct 14th — Blog post.

Tues, Oct 13th — Not a bloggity posting day.

Mon, Oct 12th — Canadian Thanksgiving. A statutory holiday in Canada, excepting the Atlantic Provinces. I don’t live in the Atlantic Provinces, but I would like to. To my credit I VOTED at the advance polls.

Sun, Oct 11th — Not a bloggity posting day, and I was eating roast turkey chicken.

Sat, Oct 10th — Ditto Sunday without the roast turkey chicken eating.

Fri, Oct 9th — Contemplating Roast Turkey Chicken Day. Bemoaning the fact that it isn’t in November, when it might actually be cold enough outside to feel the roast turkey chicken love. It took all of my working brain cells.

Ths, Oct 8th — Not a bloggity posting day.

Wed, Oct 7th — Hair Day! My fave hair stylist cut my hair so short I was too weak to write a blog post. She stole my blogging strength, man. This is the Samson and Delilah story retold for the 21st century. It’s still relevant.

Tues, Oct 6th — Not a bloggity posting day.

Mon, Oct 5th — Single Shot Monday blog post!

So you see, I was only gone two bloggity post days.

Not eight.


And FYI — Yes. I told you on Monday the 5th that Wednesday would be #newbrunswickroadtrip Moncton, but did I say which Wednesday?

I did not.


This is my brain on short hair… rationalizing having a Lucy moment.

I know.

Right about now you’re asking yourself, “Where is she going with this?”

I’m asking myself the same thing.


Clueless in Burbville

You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…


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