I feel so bloated right now it’s not funny. I bought into the whole, “Hey, this only happens once a year.” I believe this is a good thing, but if it were true, then why does Old Country Buffet exist? Anyhow, you couldn’t have asked for a better day. No snow, plenty of sun, and crowded roads speeding perfectly over the posted limits everywhere you went. I barely got into the festivities before having a margarita in my hand and shoving food into my face. Pretty sweet.
The first thing I noticed on my way home tonight were lights. The decorations are everywhere you look. I would say that it’s great, but not when you’re driving. I love to look at all pretty, blinky things. The problem is that it takes away from the deer I should be looking out for so I do not have one wandering through my windshield.
“Oooo… That’s pretty cool… I like that one, too… Oooo… That was a HUGE blood splatter on the road… Hey, I like the use of blue on that house….”