What the HELL, calendar....?

Or--Welcome, New Friends, to my World of Crazy

How the (bleep) is it almost Thanksgiving already? Seems it was summer a week ago. And I'm not even being a smartass about our extended Orlando weekend. Which was--oh, right--a week ago.

Immediately after Labor Day, I started training (and picking wardrobe?) for Halfie #8 and ValleyFair was still open 'till Halloween and then I had to get things together for the lil' vacay and next thing you know THIS.

Unfortunately for EVERYONE reading this blog, I've got some wonderful new friends who have no idea how warped I've always been. But I'm happy to provide Da Babies' version of holiday cheer. Oh--they don't actually celebrate. It might show a little!





Stuffing goes WHERE?





Ohhhh THERE!

You think this is bad...? The following year, Da Babies and I spent a full day prepping and shooting a series of Turkey Day clips so offensive, people on YouToob were literally LEARNING ENGLISH so they could tell us to Eff Off. By which I specifically mean 'Eff off' with fully typed F-bombs. I don't know if I'll link you to those. They're so wrong on so many levels!

If and only If I Do (which will happen if and only if enough of you ask me) I'll include explanations and apologies with the links. If I do it. But that's up to you.

A Seussical question

Who of You Cares to Gu...?

As per my usual, I purchased wayyyyyyyy too much of this (bleep) while training for the Monster Dash. Most of it won't keep 'till Get Lucky in the spring. Not that I'm terribly motivated to run that event to begin with. Probably a good $15 worth, even with my discount. There might be a couple more packs in my gym bag.

If you want it--AND you live in the contiguous 48 states--private message me your mailing address and I'll get it on its way.