And never letting Team Woogle near your liar’s dice.

Today is Monday, right?

No?

It’s Friday?

What the fuck?!

Nothing makes sense anymore.

The word of the day is: Trepidation.

[ trep-i-dey-shuhn ] noun tremulous fear, alarm, or agitation; perturbation. trembling or quivering movement; tremor.

Whenever I hear that word I always think of the way I feel when I’m carefully setting down an armed mousetrap.

And every time I set one off as I’m setting it down it scares the shit out of me.

Every.

Time.

Yesterday was pretty quiet, all things considered.

We had a nice late lunch over at Teacher Sis and Lord Steelbear’s house.

Then we rounded out the day with a few games at Dave and Little Miss Cotton’s house.

Then I turned into a pumpkin stuffed with cookie dough and crawled into my bed.

Now I have to go do some cardio before I head to work.

Tonight is Thanksgiving: Round Two, Electric Boogaloo over at Beatle Sue and StanStan the Rockman’s house.

I probably should get a shitload of steps in today.

Counteract all the pies I’m about to eat.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC