Happy November 1st! Or, as I like to call it, the first day of a very long month in which I will try to write on this site daily, which should amount to expanding your knowledge of my breakfast habits, various and invasive sundry procedures I'm undergoing this month and mining their depths (so to speak) for humorous aspects, a little soul-searching, some laughter, a few tears, and at long last, a new President, which will have nothing directly to do with me or this blog, but which is just A BEAUTIFUL THING FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED. WHICH IS TO SAY EVERYONE.
Can I get a WOOT WOOT?
(Yeah you're right. I definitely can't pull that off. Apologies.)
You'll get to know me better, I'll hopefully get to know you better (I might have a de-lurking day, so keep your panties poised for that) and in the end we'll all hold hands and sing Kumbaya.
("someone's blabbing Lord, Kumbaya. Someone won't shut up because she has this idea people want to read what she's thinking every minute of every day please make it stop, Lord, Kumbaya...")
You know those times where you drink too much and talk everyone's ear off and they're all looking at each other like, "Oh God, who invited her and when will she pass out?" and you're all, "I LOVE you, know knnooow tthhat, donchoo?"
Or was that just me?
Anyway, I think it'll be kinda like that. So in anticipation of all this wondrousness, Happy November 1st. Let's make with the Nambly Pambly.