Now that I've come clean on the whole purse thing, I can also admit that I'm about to submit the link for my F5 story. If "about to" means "rehash the story endlessly or for three more hours, whichever comes first." I hate the title, so that's a worry, and one section in the middle is still giving me fits. Well, okay, that one section IS the middle, but still. Fixing! To! Submit! It's a good feeling. No more challenges, m'kay?
The first person who says any combination of the letters S, E, and A, especially if there are multiple Ss, gets a big giant swat on the ass. And not the good kind.
Yes, I am cheerier. I went down by the Winter Park farmer's market, which is really a little festival with not much by way of fresh fruit or veggies, and bought myself a loaf of sunflower bread that could stun a cow at 50 paces and a leprotic plant. I'm serious, this thing looks like it's dead. So of course I had to have it, and I got smiled at by several pretty people, which was refreshing, and I ate a brat, which Florida is famous for, of course. Then I came home. Nice. Remind me there's a world out there once in a while, hey? Sometimes I forget.