November 24, 2020 by sandwichcontrol
And a night of regrets.
Like when you eat high fiber tortillas at every meal.
All day long.
And wind up with like 280% of your daily fiber intake by the time dessert rolls around.
As you drift off to sleep that night you think to yourself: “When will I be able to trust a fart again?”
You assume it’ll be in about 2.8 days.
I was gonna take a photo of me sleeping on the toilet, but Jitterbug figured it might be bad for the camera to be in a poorly ventilated area with toxic fumes.
So I took a photo of me napping on her instead…
It was a long Monday.
The good crazy and the bad crazy balanced out pretty well.
Sort of an insane yin yang thing.
I had errands all over the place and then the Blacksmith sent me the mockups of the logo for the Year of Words.
I can’t wait to show you!!!
And we rounded the day out with no kiddos so we got to go to bed early.
Which was nice because we get up super early.
Both yesterday and today.
I don’t really know what’s on the books yet.
Maybe a nap.
Maybe hunting down the ghost that lives in Debb the Blebb’s cabinet.
Maybe working on the photo/word list.
There’s only one way to find out.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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