Oh Boo Hoo

No, this is not a punkin we carved. I just thought it expressed my mood at the moment quite well. Eldest daughter is sick, so no punkin carving tonight. It sounds like she may have a bit of what I had. I promise I didn’t give it to her. I never even saw her while I was sick. Promise.

Maybe we’ll do it later this week. Hope so!

The snow didn’t happen either. It’s cold enough to do it, but it went north of us (sorry Livey).

I got back to work and luckily, the pile I was expecting wasn’t here. I had plenty to do, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not as backlogged as I was afraid I’d be. I figure it will all hit tomorrow.

One of these days I’ll get around to visiting all of you. Until then, just be satisfied to know I’m trying to post occasionally so you know I’m not dead. Yet.

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3 thoughts on “Oh Boo Hoo”

  1. BooHoo on the punkinz! I was hoping to live vicariously thru you, now I’m gonna have to slay my own wild punkin, I understand there is a patch of free range punkins just outside of town (the best ones come out at midnight). And as far as closets go, I’m psychic near halloween (or is that pstchotic?) Tell your eldest daughter to get well soon in case I don’t run into her on WoW for me…

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