I am the same way, responsible in fits and starts and mostly about the last thing I heard about. Better than nothing.
I am wearing my pink jillifont shirt (with my pleather skirt which is totally not taking Tep's advice at all, but Halloween Week! (I hear this in my head in the Dean's voice, and followed shortly by "All Saints' Day Month!")) and it's earworming me with David Bowie. Took me a while to figure out why - I guess my subconscious figures the spiders from Mars are pink (and is not particular about what song it's going to keep singing after those lyrics as long as it's Bowie)
Burrell, maybe something like these chocolate squares?
Also, awwwww. Your kids are good peeps.
This is the first time I'm trying to find flights across the country for Thanksgiving, and prices
really
suck.
New fridge arriving no later than Friday, and hopefully Thursday if we were pathetic enough to the sales guy. Now we're playing the games "Hey, Did You Remember That Was in the Freezer?" and "Guess We're Making Lasagna with Many Different Meats."
Okay, this Justin Trudeau excitement has jumped the shark: [link]
Does that count as RPF?
Timelies all!
I don't know what to say about that, Sue.
Back into the usual routine today.
I originally wasn't going to bother voting next week; it's all local stuff, and my local votes liberal and liberaler, so no worries about unexpected Rand Pauls getting in. But then an incumbent got busted for massively drunk driving (way more than twice the legal limit) and has refused to bow out. I think his judgement is suspect, so I'll be going to the polls to vote against him.
We get to vote by mail this year. That makes me happy.
I'm wearing my I Voted sticker. This should come with magic powers to erase political ads from media I'm consuming.
When I went to the hardware store to get drip pans for the stove, I saw they have a massive decked out Christmas tree display in the front of the store--with Christmas music! Fortunately the music was only in that section, or I'd have gone to a manager. Seriously, I understand that there are people engineering their Christmas displays now, and while it irks me I can avert my eyes. But I'd like to avoid losing the Drummer Boy game before Halloween.
Okay, this Justin Trudeau excitement has jumped the shark
I love that his name in the book is "Dustin Waterhole."