I had good intentions of posting every day for two weeks, and then Thanksgiving struck. The end of the semester is looking busy and I am in the middle of an awkward and unbloggable situation with a friend. But hello! Hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving, wherever you were.
I asked Joe what he would especially like to do today and he said, "Go to Starbox!" (Marty started the Starbox mispronunciation a few years ago and it has stuck. Last week he was reading my "Friends Don't Let Friends Drink Starbucks" shirt, a gift from my sister in the days when she brewed espresso in an independent Ohio coffeehouse, and he couldn't figure out what "star-bucks" could be. "Oh, yeah!" he said at last. "It means Starbox.") We stopped in after I had my teeth cleaned this morning and I am now resolved to stay out of retail establishments as much as possible until about January 15. Lordy, do I hate "Little Drummer Boy." I especially hate it on a warm November Monday in Ordinary Time. I say bah, humbug to Christmas music before Advent.
Do you think the WMF on my cup stands for Weapon of Mass Fattification? (It was actually a white mocha frappuccino.) I need to change a poopy diaper and run the vacuum before naptime is upon me. See ya.
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