Anyone pronounce that middle c? Seriously?
I’ve never heard anyone say: Cun-neck-ticket
But there it is, taking center stage. Whatever.
We’re going. To Connecticut, middle c or no middle c.
I’ll most likely not find a quiet, private, little haven with a wirelss connection. So, take the weekend off, no need to check in, or paw through the stuff in archives, we aim for the shelf life of Twinkies here. Pop back next week as I regale you with stories of Connecticut…or what the neighbors did while we were away.
Go visit Jenn. She’s amazing. And I’m not juts saying that because she loves me, though that does add to her considerable appeal.