Bloggers, start your engines.
It is that time of year again, Innernets. Where we bloggers prove yet again we have no social lives by signing up for something so absolutely ridonkulous. Personally, my kid enjoyed being chained to the coffee table for the month of November last year. That is my story and I am sticking to it.
Anyway, this year is going to be interesting for me to participate in this MoFo NaBloPoMo thingie. Free time is at a premium, but as the tagline suggests, I have a tendency to just follow the crowd. This year, I did decide to do a "schedule" of sorts and I am definitely going light on weekends. Not only will be easier for me to post, but it will be easier for folks to read. That is probably the #1 thing that stresses me out about NaBloPoMo - my feed reader starts to bellow black clouds of smoke with all the activity. I will post my loose plan tomorrow since I am still thinking about what I want to do.
In other news, Arun so did NOT get the hang of trick or treating. Furthermore, he totally and utterly broke his mama's heart last night. Oddly, several houses gave him the choice of pulling candy himself from their baskets. I had to watch with teeth firmly gritted as sweet little bar after sweet little bar of precious, precious chocolate was passed over in lieu of LOLLIPOPS. How did I come to give life to such a traitorous soul? Also, later in the evening, back at home, I was changing a Diaper From the Bowels of Hell and could not make it to the door fast enough. As a result, some asshole kids knocked over my pumpkin - one murderous swipe sending all the ants living in it to a fiery, tragic death.
Oh, and today's title is courtesy of one of the little beggars who kept appearing on my doorstep last night. Unfortunately, I was handing out Playdoh, not brains.
Nothin' But a Sheepdog
Hip Hop Kangaroo
Sheepdog, Worn Out
A Kangaroo With a Very Bad Attitude