The Queue

In this house (this Queue) we love and respect Ted Lasso. I will not be taking questions at this time.

…well, okay, it’s the Queue and the whole point is to answer questions, so I guess I’ll do a few. Let’s Queue.

You ever just scream but manage to keep it inside because it’s 4 am and your partner is sleeping? No? Just me? Well, okay then.

It’s the Queue. Take two. If this one breaks too I’ll go live in the woods with a white Grizzly Bear as my only companion.

Hello and happy Wednesday!

Let’s just dive right in today.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions, and we’re having a pretty good day, so we’ll go ahead and answer.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled writer for the Queue.

No more weird out-of-place writers, writers who were supposed to be there not showing up, or writers who are alternate-universe versions of themselves.

Nope, just the person that’s supposed to be where they are when they are.

At least for today.

Now before I go play in the open portal to all of time and space, it’s time for — The Queue.

I mean I am definitely here, but this feels early… And if I’m here, where’s Liz?

These time streams are all sorts of messed up!

While I try to sort that out, it’s time for — The Queue!

Just listening to music and writing the Queue, y’all. How’re you all doing?

‎It is Wednesday, my Queueds.

It’s also the first full day of cat-watching at the parents’ place, which means the GF and I basically have a house for an entire family and their many cats all to ourselves. Not that we’re going to throw a party behind my parents’ back and then have to epically cover it up in one hour because they came home early and caught us off guard, movie-style. But we will have a large house to ourselves, full of cats. And frankly, that was more than enough of an excuse to use this title.

But enough about that. Let’s Queue.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we race to finish before we melt into a puddle.

Sure I was supposed to be here last week, but there’s nothing sinister going on! Liz certainly hasn’t taken a trip up to Canada to kidnap me and lock me in a basement somewhere to write articles or anything…

While I learn how to hide secret messages in my posts, it’s time for — The Queue!