Why does it feel like it's been a long week? Is it because I haven't been feeling altogether wonderfully well? Is it because I wore myself out with all the pirating and flouncing? Is it the rum? I haven't been out to see a horse all week, which I plan to remedy this afternoon. I did, however, sit my ass down and write like a crazy person, which wasn't hard, being me and all.
My kids decorated for Hallowe'en. I'm thinking of leaving it like this for awhile, and not just out of laziness...
This weekend I need to get into that raspberry patch once and for all. It's time. Time to cut some dead wood. It might turn into a Hick Chic Guide.
Would you like a Hick Chic Guide to Hick Chic as well?
How about, the Hick Chic Guide To Barking At Children Who Have Forgotten Where The Garbage Can Is And Leave Candy Wrappers All Over The House For The Dog To Steal.
Must go now. Things to do, horses to ride, Fake People to write about. Cat barf to clean up. Truck to wash and vacuum. Dinner, eventually, to stress about before finally informing the kids that it's their turn, and therefore settling for fish sticks and fries.
I leave you with something that you cannot get enough of, something that surprised you...
possibly left you feeling...sullied...unusual...
But darling, it never would have worked between us.
And you need to know that I am a mere pale imitation of the glorious real thing...
Seriously, I'm done now. I got it all worked outta my system, I'm over it, no more scaring my husband, confusing the housewives and embarrassing my teenage daughter.
Just a little leftover candy and I'm good to go.
Hallowe'en might drop the veil between this world and the "next" but it also distorts reality...and that's something I can't see straight on a good day. See you on Monday.