I love kitties. I love watermelon. I love kitties and watermelon.

I also sometimes feel like a kitty who just ate a watermelon.
π π π π π π π π π
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I love kitties. I love watermelon. I love kitties and watermelon.

I also sometimes feel like a kitty who just ate a watermelon.
π π π π π π π π π
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It’s that time of the year…the annual passphrase update.
I loathe that time of the year.

If I have to write it down in order to remember it, is it really that much more secure than if it’s something I just know?
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How do I love books? Let me count the ways…

So, how about it? Know of any good books? π
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Everyone loves a good pun, right? No?
What do you mean, no?
Well, this is my blog, and I do love a good pun (especially if it’s a bad pun), so behold:

Happy Monday! π
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For all of you in the midst of epic word-production, a relatable post:

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And another one, from the same friend, that I also found hilarious:

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And now, for something a friend shared with me that made me laugh:

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I haven’t been blogging much since going back to school. I’d hoped to over the summer, but, uh…yeah, that didn’t happen. And since I’m too busy to do NaNoWriMo again this year, I thought I’d take a stab at doing NaBloPoMo again. That used to be every month for me, but not lately.
*sigh*
So since I’m short of brain power, I’m going to try posting a meme a day. Or maybe just something funny. Because we could all use a bit more levity in our daily lives, am I right?
So here’s today’s bit, in honor of Halloween being over and all my Christmas-loving friends out there:

Don’t forget to follow along with all the other tiny peppers out there at CheerPeppers.com! Happy November!
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“You found what? Where?” Photo by Darrell Gough on Pexels.com
As any mom of boys can tell you, you occasionally have some very strange conversations with them. Here’s a recent one I had with my son, Cricket, about something he found in the yard.
Cricket: “Mom! We found a black and white glob of something while we were creature adventuring. You should come and see it.”
My boys love the showΒ Wild Kratts. If you’re not familiar with it, it’s an excellent show all about animals and their habitats. You can learn more about the Kratt brothers here.
Me: “Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.”
*thirty seconds later*
Cricket: “Mom, come on! It’s been five minutes already!”
Me: “I’ll. Be. There. In. A. Minute.”
Cricket: *sigh* “Okay.”
*sixty seconds later*
I venture across the yard to where Cricket is sitting, staring intently at a clump of grass. “Okay, Cricket, what’d you find?”
He looks up from the grass. “Well, we found a black and white glob of something while we were creature adventuring, and I don’t even know what the glob is.”
“Where is it?”
Cricket points. “Right here.”
I stoop to inspect the glob. “That’s dry bird poop, honey. At least, I think it’s dry. Don’t touch it.”
Cricket sighs. “I know, I know, don’t touch nature’s stuff.”
I smile. “No, don’t touch poop. Don’t touch bird poop, cat poop, dog poop, bear poop, elephant poop,Β your poop…any poop. Don’t touch poop!”
What is it with boys and poop? And why is Don’t touch poop a thing that needs saying?
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Everybody say, “Go Panthers!” π
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