Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Horrible Michael Jackson song ahead

The sun is out again! Thanksgiving is SAVED! Is it weird that I love the smell of Dexter's fur after he gets rained on?

I am in need of a haircut. I tried to get one yesterday, but the base barber was going through some sort of Tabatha Coffey renovation.

Tall, blonde, kinda bitchy. Sounds perfect to me.
Someone put lawn garbage on our soon-to-be new home. I think it was the city. There seems to be a theme running down the main thruway in town. And since it is technically on a power pole, I fear I may have to endure this every December. Put the Christ back in Christmas if you want, just keep the lawn garbage out of it, please.

Well Dribblers, it has been too long since I have taken my coffee to the beach and the ocean she is staring at me through my front door. So I must away, coffee in hand, toes soon to be in the sand.

Oh, and lest you think I don't also suffer through the perils of fall/winter, just know this: I swept the sand off my walkway. You are not alone my friends. You. Are. Not. Alone.

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