The scent of woodsmoke and slightest chill, combined with the fact that I can now officially put up all my spooky scary decor has propelled me from the endless month of Mar-gu-sep-ril into October. As such, I’m pretty sure I’m going to put up my Christmas tree on November 1st. Why not.
This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we give you answers even if we are clearly kind of confused about things.
Rutherford and I are really just trying to get some peace and quiet this week. Let’s all grab a mug of something warm while we settle in to answer questions! Hopefully, a bear won’t be sniffing at yours the whole time. Rude.
This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we have the answers!
Don’t mind me, just getting ready for my afterlife! Really, I have to acclimate Rutherford most of all — he likes the trees, but despite palling around with me, he’s not all that into glitter. Baby steps, big bear. Baby steps.
This is The Queue, where you ask us questions, and we answer them while surrounded with butterflies and rainbows and unicorns.
This morning I got information from my daughter’s school about picture day, and I swear coffee came out of my nose. I don’t know why I think that’s so starkly funny — in this economy? in a pandemic? — but any kind of laugh to get you through the day.
This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we put on our best smile and answer them.
What? No, it’s fine, I just need to get some coffee and we’ll get this Queue started! Oh, I forgot to turn on the coffee pot? Details, details.
This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’re definitely awake long enough to answer them.