April 17 (O)…Opals in October, Oreos & Milk, and One Damn Thing After Another…

<–  What (apparently) I have to say today.

Oh, I don’t know.  There are a few “O” words (or things) I could offer.  They would fill the empty space.

Like the fact that my birthday is in October, which makes it my favorite month.  Of course, the cooler weather & Halloween are pretty keen as well.  That, and opal is the birthstone for October, which is uber-cool, since it is one of my favorite semi-precious stones.  The other being onyx.  Duh!

I suppose Oreos and milk for breakfast would qualify as an outstanding way to start the day.  Oreos are pretty much omnipresent in our house, and in my (not so) humble opinion, should be so in every house where kiddos reside.  Rather off-putting for crunchy granola types, perhaps, or those who do only homemade and healthified, but I am not one of those, so I say live a little and have the occasional Oreo in the morning.  Won’t be the best decision you ever made.  Won’t kill you either.

Outrageous outbursts…  OMG!  They’re just so over the top!  I mean, they’re off the hook!  No, really, I can think of a metric ton of them off the top of my head!  One damn thing after another!!  Really…with exclamation points!  Oh no I didn’t!  (Well, no, but she did! –>)  Oh, nevermind.  On to a different subject

At which point the rest of my (finished post) DIDN’T SAVE, and is floating somewhere in cyberspace, or maybe outer spaceOh, for the Love of BLOG!!!  I am fairly certain that all of my operating brain cells have operated their quotient for the day, and I simply can not reconstitute that bit of fatuous brilliance.

This is the pithy version:

1.  Something about one day owning this Oenophile’s Bar.  Because it’s perfect for my husband (the resident oenophile), and matches our decor, because it’s all Old West / southwest or some such, and more silly nonsense along that line.

2.  Something else about being politically conservative (obviously), watching the overly protracted Republican primary circus season, and realizing, as we are approaching the foregone conclusion, that I am not a supporter of the frontrunner in any respect other than he is not the current POTUS, and that this coming November I will not so much be voting for him as against Obama. 

And with that, I bid you goodnight, sleep tight, may the bed bugs bite your neighbor and not yourself, and may my brain be more functional tomorrow.

Omaha!  I mean, Aloha!