Ahoy lads and lassies, landlubbers and old salts, all manner of Brethren of the Coast! Arrrr, yesterday was Talk Like A Pirate Day, me buckos! Shiver me timbers, I must confess this wench did not remember (for t’ first time in 3 years) and should be flogged! Shame on me! And it was me brother o’ all people that reminded me. Oh, great god o’ t’ pirates, please forgive me this lapse. I was very busy ayeterday cleanin’ out many, many years o’ accumulated
junk possessions, includin’ love notes from high school beautys, favorite clothes from t’ 70s, 80s & 90s, and millions and millions o’ pictures.
So many pictures, in fact, that I had t’ end up storin’ them in suitcases under me bed since I need t’ time t’ go through them all. This lass is hard put to be throwin’ out pictures, such a personal thin’, don’t you know. Too, me stomach wasn’t feelin’ too good ayeterday, either (possibly scurvy?), and I had t’ send Megan on an emergency run t’ t’ drug store. Many thanks, by t’ way, t’ Megan, Jim, Tara & Tyler for helpin’ me out ayeterday! They made thin’s go so much smartlyer.
After we called it a day, Megan and I went t’ see Q t’ get Megan’s hair done…she’s now a redheaded lass again and I think she looks great like that!
Then Megan & I went out for what crawled out o’ t’ bung hole t’ Pho88 for some soup in her case and a pork chop & rice in mine (stomach was feelin’ better at this point, thanks t’ me new bff, Immodium AD). Then we went t’ see t’ movie, (500) Days o’ Summer. Loved it, fantastic movie, go out and see it!
Fair winds to ye, and drink up me hearties, yo ho!