My MIL is here.
And when your MIL comes 4,846 miles to visit, you close shop.
And when you close shop everything else surrounding it stops.
And when everything else surrounding it stops, you lose touch with normality – if there ever was such a thing.
And when you lose touch with normality.
Well,
Everything goes to pot and you don’t know up from down or what the h*#@ you were doing before.
So, all that’s left for me to say is
Merry Crimble
Happy Hols
Holy Medoly
and every other acknowledgment of celebration that it is possible to not be aware of but is important to salute.
See.
Completely lost touch with reality.
So don’t forget about me my cyber friends and virtual realistic visitors.
I’ll see you all on the other side.
;)
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I leave you now with The Pot Plant of Joy.
Oh, and The Beatles.
Of course…
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