It's November 1. Happy Día de la Muerto! Or the day I wonder what happened to this:
|Just a little place I like to call Santa Monica...|
|Yes this is our homemade sailboat - ON THE OCEAN!|
And the day I remember that I still had houseplants outside.
Thus the Muerto.
For some reason November has become a challenging month. Not challenging as in difficult. More like challenging as in the Plank Challenge (hold the plank for ever increasing amounts of time until you hit something akin the the length of Titanic the Movie), The 24 day Ab Challenge (an ever increasing set of ab exercises focusing on crunches, leg lifts an... planks!) and the National Write a Novel in a Month...month (where you are suppose to write 50,000 words in 30 days. Are these people not aware that nearly EVERY OTHER MONTH of the year has 31 days???)
Am I going to attempt all these things?
Without a net?
Will there be pictures?
Should I be perturbed that more than one person is concerned with the shape of my abs?
I could be but really, who am I kidding.
I'll let you know how it goes, assuming I don't die of a super ab spasm while typing word number 34,578.
And to all who stuck with the October serial story – THANKS! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed sharing it with you.And now a little more Día de la Muertos:
|Carlos e Isabella a gift from Bart on the occasion of our 20th anniversary.||I should have taken it as a warning.|