This week, sadly, the Artist has a huge heaping ton of day-job stuff that must be done by October 1st. (And there may be a man-eating meeting in there. Or six.)
So rather than rush through these prompts, the Monsters have decided that this week is our version of Spring Break, minus the trips to Miami Beach. (Though you could certainly go to the beach if you’d like.) There won’t be any Autumn 12 entries for this week, but we’ll be back bright and shiny on Monday morning with the next crop o’ Autumn Love.
And, y’know, you totally could use this promptless week to go do some of the awesome stuff on your list, too.
This past weekend, the Artist checked off one of her own list items, too, by the way. Having never been to an Oktoberfest celebration, she decided it was time.
And then this happened.
Those are his fancy, German dancey-pants. (Lederhosen, for the particular.)
And this? THIS is why we’re going to continue making lists for the seasons. Because without the list, we’d never have been introduced to the lederhosen-wearing dancing guy who introduced himself as Captain Alcohol and insisted he could speak German…only to speak broken Spanish.
And life would just not be as rich without it.
Enjoy your days of vacation, and we’ll see you back here on Monday!