Nine minutes!

I got up this morning. I took Eve to the orthodontist. Matt got home from California on the red eye at ten. I left at eleven and drove to Barrie. I hugged Zarah. We had dinner. We went to her book club. We briefly discussed Frankenstein and Dracula and then the book club tried to decide on the Christmas book and somehow there was then a longish interlude of people searching out dirty Christmas titles and reading Christmas erotica (you don't even want to know how many ways "naughty and nice" and candy canes and sitting on Santa's lap can be made ugly). Then we went out for a drink and some guy offered to buy us shooters and we thought better of it (just barely) and now we're home just before midnight and I tried to post from the bar and couldn't, but I'm in just under the wire. I think.

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Peady @ Tempered with Kindness said…
YOU WIN!!!

Now I have to go bleach my brain from all the walking inuendo wonderland! ;)

Sounds like you had a fun day!
November 11, 2016 at 12:42 PM
Peady @ Tempered with Kindness said…
P.S. I really hope you sang that. :)
November 11, 2016 at 12:42 PM
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