Have you seen the pink pumpkins?
Linds and I thought they were more peach than pink, but that didn’t stop her from talking me into purchasing one. She sold me on the idea that she would actually carve it, or perhaps ‘glitter’ it up.
I knew deep down inside that she would do neither, but I was still duped into forking over $$.
I’m not really complaining. Pinkie promise.
Someone has to stimulate this economy.
I seem to have about 1/10th of the time I used to have to blog about my exciting life and to read others.
I don’t know how some of you working peeps do it. On the days that I work, I don’t read blogs. On the days I don’t work, I’m playing catch up on life.
And my reader fills up.
If someone blogs daily, do you feel as though you should read every single post?
Oh, and I voted.
And the mailings??? Good lord….all those trees!
And since I never.ever talk politics, you surely wouldn’t be able to guess which side of the party I’m on.
It is a party right?
If so, when the heck does the fun start???