I'm ususally one to wish time would slow down, but geez, the NaBloPoMo thing can get tough. Is it December 1st yet?
Since I have nothing of interest to say today I shall amuse you with a picture instead. This is me and my sister, and based on my haircut (courtesy of my dad), my pants, and what looks like a missing front tooth, I'd say it was about 1974-1975 and I'm about 6 or 7. We're sitting on my grandparents' patio in Emmett, Idaho. Yes, that is a shotgun sitting on the table behind us. We lived dangerously back in the 70's what with the lap belts and metal dash boards.
Try not to laugh too hard.