Yeah. Just think of it like a celery stalk in a Bloody Mary.

I took yesterday off.

Well as “off” as I take these days.

Yesterday’s word of the day was: Vagabond.

[ vag-uh-bond ] adjective wandering from place to place without any settled home; nomadic: a vagabond tribe. leading an unsettled or carefree life. disreputable; worthless; shiftless. of, relating to, or characteristic of a vagabond: vagabond habits. noun a person, usually without a permanent home, who wanders from place to place; nomad. an idle wanderer without a permanent home or visible means of support; tramp; vagrant.

Does anyone else that word was pronounced vaj-uh-bond?

Like it’s a brand of denture glue for vaginas.

No?

Ah well.

Today’s word is: Van.

[ van ] noun the foremost or front division of an army, a fleet, or any group leading an advance or in position to lead an advance. those who are in the forefront of a movement or the like. the forefront in any movement, course of progress, or the like.

Like mah daddee use-ta drive.

It’s Monday.

And it’s December?

I can’t really grasp that since I’ve been wearing shorts for three days.

And still sweating.

Saturday night went to the symphony and afterwards we were sitting outside at the Bakery District and everyone was chilly.

And I was like Fritos.

Get it?

Like Frito chili pie?

Shuddup.

Only 5 days until comicbook christmas.

Dude.

I am so friggin’ excited.

I’d better to work.

It’ll help pass the time until Saturday.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC