Brave little cabbage head

It has been a very long time (like I can’t even remember the last time kind of a very long time) since I did something that scared me to the point of not thinking straight–or even remembering language.  Or wetting my pants.  (Okay–almost wetting my pants.) And shaking. 

~sheesh~

I don’t watch scary movies.  Or go to chainsaw celebrations at the corn maze.  Or even open books that I know will have a picture of a spider the size of a dinner plate. 

Truly.

There have been plenty of opportunities to do things that require courage, bravery, nerve–stuff like that.

But not the scared out of my mind kind of deal.

Bother.

But–I did it and I didn’t fall off of the planet, or stop breathing, or disapper.

I was a brave little cabbage head.

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And now a word about snow.

Because I look fantastic in layers–and boots–could y’all just please let it snow? 

Happy Shock-tober 25th.