Hello MyBloggerstown:

Yep I am a rabid Game of Thrones fan, dang it all. I am climbing the walls waiting for Season Six to appear on the tube and Season 5 to come out on dvd. It's just sad, a grown woman. A number of inmates here at the Shady Pines Senior complex are likewise infected. And it is spreading. Niece Jethrene has become hooked. She wants to name any subsequent children Kaleesie or Kal Drogo (even though I have pointed out that Kaleesie is her title and not her name). I have in mind a sigil for House Bugg. A big, fat, ladybug with an ice cream scoop in one hand and a church key(bottle opener)in the other. House Bugg words will be "I'm retaining water, alright?" Ah, well I gotta have something to live for, right?

Well, as alluded to in the title of this piece, summer is now over here in Cow Snot. Leaves are changing, temps are chilly and my old bones are beginning to sing "Ave Maria". We've had a nice mild fall so far but its time to go to sleep and wait for spring. Soon the infernal holidays will be upon us and all the accompanying nuttiness. Fam damily is already making plans for Thanksgiving and Christmas. When did the holidays become such a chore? When we grew up, that's when.

Children, for whom these holidays are really meant, are growing way, way too fast. Jethro, the youngest, turned 10 last month, his sister Daisy May is 11, Wednesday, their cousin, will be twelve in a few months and her brother Damien will be 13 on Saturday. 13!!! Oy! I might as well just go sit on an ice flow and wait.

Well, enough of the seasonal effective disorder, already. Y'all are probably getting out yer tiny violins and tuning up. I hope to write more later but I guess my record is abysmal. But I have every good intention. Until then, remember you all are in my thoughts always. Have a good week, everyone.

reguards
yer "off with Walder Frey's head" pal
bugg