As I sit here sipping my coffee out of my Halloween spider mug, I think, spiders are scary. Some people put fake webs all over their bushes for Halloween, and it makes me cringe. I'm okay with cute purple and orange ones on a black mug but don't show me a real one . . . or even a realistic plastic spider. Yuck. So here's to 'em.
I know she's trying to be all sensitive about the critter's endurance, but I would have smooshed the thing because . . .
So, Happy Halloween and don't get bitten by any spooky spiders.
This morning my daughter and I were heading to Michael's to buy crafts. When she asked where to find the store, I told her to get on Poplar Avenue and HEAD EAST. I told her that would be a good name for a band, and she agreed. When I told her it was a band, she thought I'd made the name up for one of my novels. Nope! They are real.
Since our conversation was about driving, how about another driving song . . . that goes with the season, too. Here is AC/DC.
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It's Monday. I'm on fall break, and I've been given a pass to a musical freebie. Hmm. No excuses this week. I've decided to show my blue roots, and if you're offended . . . so am I. My mind is buzzing with the debate as I'm afraid I'm turning into a political junky who ingests large amounts of news reports and political analysis of the upcoming election. Since we've always been a political family, I'm just grateful that my kids are now adults, and I no longer have to blush when they ask about "Trumpisms". So, here is the truth. I despise Donald Trump. I hated him ever since the eighties when my husband had to deal with him over the phone to try to collect a payment. The Donald had leased equipment to run his business, yet refused to pay bills. As the in house attorney, my husband had to call Trump to get him to pay up. The pond scum haughtily condescended upon my husband as he spat out lies of how he didn't owe him anything, and Mitchell was wasting his time. As a result, my husband threatened to repossess the equipment and essentially shut down Trump's casinos. With that at stake, Trump finally paid his bill. So, this post is dedicated to the tiny-fingered, Cheeto-faced, ferret wearing shit-gibbon. Gotta love the British. They know how to insult better than anyone! First up is Carly Simon.
Next, did anyone catch the Hamilton star's song on the Saturday Night Live?
And here's a final ditty in case you're still here.