Mama has already seen her share of broken arms, don’t you think?
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Well, this time it’s Halloween. I got behind, and if you’re seeing a black and white cartoon up there, I’m not caught up yet.
If it’s in color, then it’s not early on November 1, 2017, and I have no idea what that previous sentence is gibbering about.
Wild caught cod, pan fried in a small amount of olive oil with thyme and lemon pepper. Mateo’s salsa. Corn tortillas warmed to preference.
That’s all ya need. Fish tacos. Mmmmm. Breakfast of champions.
It’s been a loooong weekend. 25th wedding anniversary, oldest son home from college for fall break, sister-in-law back in town for a while, and the biggest job with the tightest deadlines I’ve had in years to be wrangled. Oooooh, you’re so lucky to have this Hubris cartoon, you are.
Look’a my left eye twitch…
There’s a lot of folks that wanna be in the Outdoorfest so far. I’ve got a neat stack of your names (Those ARE your names?) and faces…
Ever have one of those talks where the audience just won’t behave the way you expected them to?
yeah, me neither.
Hey! Remember ‘sleep’? I do. I’m going to go get some. Finished the first milestone of a big project today. Tell you about it soon, assuming it goes the way it’s supposed to.
You ever wonder about corporate strategy meetings where they say, “Just get the ad agency to use whatever words the kids use these days. You know, “Radical” and “Tubular, man.” All that stuff”?
Yeah. Me neither.
It’s tough, isn’t it? Waiting around for someone else to finish having fun.
Like taking your kids to the Children’s Museum the day before taxes are due or something.
Just got back from Kentucky. There’s a Shaker village there. I learned a great deal that I did not know and may not use in my life. And that’s okay.
And the storm draws in…
