Day 2 of NaBloPoMo has me asking what the hell was I thinking? Honestly. Do I really have time to be posting every single day? Not so much. Guess I better get on that photo taking thing since photo posts count. However, that would mean getting the child to sit still because you know those old digital cameras and all. Click…. flash……… ……. ……. photo. And he’s gone.
I once again volunteered to help set up for the church bazaar. You know, I have no clue why I’m doing this. I am wearing myself out. I guess it’s because it is something I’m interested in. There’s something about a good church bazaar.
Oh stop it. I didn’t lose it, I like crafts. It’s an illness really.
Tomorrow is the actual bazaar and I don’t know if I can even attend. Now wouldn’t that suck. Spend hours getting ready for an event you can’t even attend. If all else fails I’m going for Krum Kaka* at least.
You don’t get Halloween photos because I didn’t take any. Harass my mother for those.
Now if you’ll pardon me I have wine and pumpkin seeds calling my name.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, counts as a post.