Dear Diary:
That once watermelon-sized person I squirted out of my girlie bits 24 years ago came home last night with her sweetie for Thanksgiving weekend.
Oh yeah, here at MarnCo, the ruthless multinational behind The Big Adventure, we're all about rhapsodizing over the wonders of childbirth. Especially since childbirth involves pushing said watermelon-sized humanoid out through a part of the body where you don't normally see much watermelon-sized traffic.
Which is probably just as well.
When she was very young my daughter awoke at the crack o' dawn, just rarin' to go. Now that she's at an age where she could be, you know, USEFUL (and child labour laws no longer apply to her) she sleeps in until the crack o' 11 a.m.
Fine.
As much as I whine about her, the truth is I am very glad to have her home.
On the eve of this, the holiday dedicated to counting our blessings, beginning my countdown is always a no-brainer. She and the spousal unit will always share top spot on my list.
Um, don't tell the cats, 'kay?
--Marn
P.S.--The International Cavorting Day Hall of Fame is open. You, too, could be part of an institution that's just like the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame except that it doesn't involve music, Ohio, talent or an actual building.
Otherwise, they are remarkably alike.
Celebrate the notion that we should all have one day in our lives when we are free to celebrate a jolt of spontaneous happiness.
Post a button or post a link to the cavorting site and become enshrined! See yourself right up there on the screen!
Make a rubbing of your name!
Oh. Wait. Maybe that last bit wouldn't work. Nevermind that part, 'kay?
Today's inductee into the Hall of Fame is:
The first ten cavorters who entered the Hall of Fame I have dubbed The Mothers And Fathers of Cavorting. Don't worry, this does not involve messy blood tests, paternity cases OR child support. However, each time I update, I will feature one of them.
And now, can I have a drum-roll, please, for Today's Cavorting 'Rental Unit:
Want to delve into my sordid past?
She's mellllllllllllllting - Wednesday, Feb. 15, 2012 - Back off, Buble - Monday, Dec. 19, 2011 - Dispersed - Monday, Nov. 28, 2011 - Nothing comes for free - Monday, Nov. 21, 2011 - None of her business - Friday, Nov. 04, 2011 -
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