Barbie

I’m disappointed I didn’t get one more blog in before the end of August, but I’m proud of myself for fulfilling my challenge of limiting each title. So much so, that I might keep it going for a bit longer.

I couldn’t decide whether my one-word title today should be BBQ, barbeque or barbecue. By the lack of red underlining from my automatically-on-and-impossible-to-disconnect Spellchecker, all three are acceptable, so I planned to just go with my personal favourite (which would be the third option on the list above,) but then I changed my mind and went for the really annoying colloquialism that we seem to have taken from 1980s Australian daytime soaps.

Anyway – we went to one today. A barbecue, that is, not an Australian soap opera.

Hostess was a bit of a bimbo. It’s okay for me to say that because we were there as guests of a mutual friend we have, so we don’t really know her and will probably never see her again.

And that, my friend, is how we said Hello to September…

RC 1-9-19