Usually I try to end NaBloPoMo with something a little more auspicious, but I was at a cottage weekend and then went to see Wicked with a friend after getting little to no sleep last night, so I'm going to phone it in, and visit everyone and wrap up tomorrow. Had a fabulous time with the same girls I've been cottaging with every November for, um, wow, a lot of years. Here's a more detailed post with better photos from three years ago. It was a very women-of-a-certain-age gathering - we talked about who was divorced and having great sex with someone they met on Tinder and then we compared pill organizers. You know you're at that age when you wake up and the Amazon cart you can't remember if you pulled the trigger on contains joint health supplements and shampoo for thinning hair. I can't think of many people I would rather get old and cranky (-ier) with.
Thank-you to San for corralling us all this month, it was so much fun hanging with my regular blog people and meeting some new ones. It's December in two and a half hours and I'm hardly paralyzed with fear at all.
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