October the Two-th: My favourite autumnal flavour

What's with the "our" in favorite and flavor BlogHer?

I'm still not up to playing nice but my friends, if I have any friends, know I'm a cranky gal.

Please note that in yesterday's post I referred to the day as October the One-th and today is October the two-th. I did this on purpose. Just in cases there was any question.

So what's my favorite autumnal flavor? I know you all want to know. My favorite autumnal flavor is: my own salty tears.

God bless and God speed.

I'm off to the time machine, set the dial to Tomorrow/Today.

I can't wait! How about you?

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