I didn’t win. I didn’t even come close. NaNoWriMo got the better of me, but I am better for it.
You are awake. It is the middle of the night. There is really only one thing you can do. Eat pancakes. Especially if those pancakes happen to be pumpkin. As the line from Dazed and Confused says, “Nothing like piling on old pancakes and syrup after a night of beer drinking.”
We all know the origin of Thanksgiving. We have heard the story about the European settlers to the New World and how the Indigenous people helped them to adapt by teaching them how to grow food in their new environment. When the settlers reaped a great harvest, they shared their table with those that supported…
Today is my fourth day of running. Let’s take a moment to celebrate that, because we should celebrate accomplishments. Yay! Woohoo! (Yes, I just woohooed) Thank you!
When I was younger, I wasn’t overly fond of real cheese. I picked everything off my pizza so that all that was left was a bit of sauce and crust. I would eat grilled cheese made with cheese wrapped in cellophane and fake mac & cheese made from a box.