I promised I’d post a picture. Go to my flckr page to see a full-length (okay, 5/8) shot.
I’m all about the accessories, so I have that little temporary spiderweb tattoo, and a bouquet of black roses. Niiiiiiice!
Almost time for NaNoWriMo to begin! Pencils sharpened? Rootbeer chilling in the fridge?
Hello everyone, and a hearty “Happy The Aunt” day to you all! Feel free to celebrate The Aunt Day by handing out candy to costumed children.
Today is the birthday of The Aunt, who is a friend of the Dump, by the way. So you can wish her a happy The Aunt Day, or you can share stories of your own aunt(s), who in no way will ever be as awesome as mine.
Don’t forget, you have to buy some unscented candles to burn in your fireplace to officially celebrate “The Aunt” day tomorrow!
Wooo! Mini candy bars for everyone!
I wrote this over at my Nano blog because it was related to a local “meetup” for Nano participants. I think the important thing to note about this post is that is literally goes against EVERYTHING I wrote about yesterday related to curling up in my cave on a rainy day.
I planned all day to attend [a meeting up local nanoers at the Moose Tracks in Leominster] and on the way home from a meeting a spectacular accident happened directly in front of us in the pouring rain on 495, so I ran out of the car and supplied my Spongebob blanket to one of the drivers and stayed with her because she was freaking out. So I gave her a hug and held my umbrella over her and just stayed with her until the ambulance showed up (her neck hurt and her eyes were burning from the airbag). The kid whose SUV flipped and slid was okay (God knows how) but was bleeding. The whole thing could have been AWFUL but they’ll both be okay. (She ran into him because she couldn’t avoid him. I’m not sure what made him flip.) Anyway, I stood out in the rain at the accident scene for a good 30-40 minutes, soaked through, so I didn’t intend to stay at the 4pm meeting. But once I got there I really wanted to stay so I did. I finally just got home and into try clothes. I think three hours soaking well guarantees that I’ll be sleeping in tomorrow morning. Man, what a miserable day.
So on this rainy Saturday, the decision has been made to have bagels for breakfast even Junior, who has been eating them on the sly at beforecare without telling us. He eats his with jelly, for the record.
I don’t know if I can trust a man who doesn’t use bagels as an excuse to eat cream cheese.