I need a soul massage.
Is it possible to be so enraged that it hurts to breathe?
As the house lights go down and the holiday weekend’s performance draws to a close, I bid it a fond farewell.
I got all blown out on the process of giving thanks, and between freezing my ass off on a bike ride and then replacing all of that lost ass with a ridiculously huge dinner with the in-laws, a new post fell by the wayside.
Rest assured, I’Ill have one squared away for Monday, but in the mean time, please know that besides my collection of women’s saddles and not yet sat upon sunglasses, I am thankful for you, the faithful readers, for without you, I would be in a world of hurt. Or I’d be washing dishes.
So with the utmost sincerity, I say thanks again for the continued support.
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