I read everyone's reactions to the whacked-out revenge story and felt smugly and serenely vindicated for a millisecond, until I realized that I tend to hang with people who share my basic worldview, so I was probably reaping the results of a whopping filter bubble. Then I decided I didn't care. I hang with you all because you are right-thinking, wise individuals. Our filter bubbles are sparkly and iridesce with many lovely colours.
I drove Angus out to personal training and we saw an unusual number of vanity license plates. He thought the ones that just had someone's name were stupid. "If I have a custom plate, it's going to be to make the person behind me laugh or spend the whole drive trying to figure out what it means". On the way home we saw one that said UNIR ONE. Well okay then. We thought maybe they just spelled unicorn really wrong.
Angus just went up to shave. Here is the Movember progression. Donation to prostate cancer research has been made.
"Wow, it really balances out your eyebrows!" Eve said after this one.
Ding dong, November's dead. Thanks to everyone for riding along. It wasn't always pretty, but we got 'er done. As usual, it's my intention to keep blogging daily for as long as I can keep it up. As usual, this will probably extend to... tomorrow, maybe.
Now I'm going to try to remember where I hid the Advent calendars. Because, you know, we're so religious. About Lindt chocolate.