There was a crisis in my life recently, so I don’t have a full post for you today. Everyone is okay, and that’s the most important thing, but it’s still a tid bit* shocking. I’ve been trying to write about it but I just keep staring at a blank page. I think that means I’m not ready yet.
What I do have however, it a photo from my hometown which I think is hilarious. So I’m going to share that with you in lieu of a post:
My province is so polite that graffiti hooligans use chalk and censor their swear words.
Damn hooligans and their fxxking vandalism. (Did I do that right?)
*In keeping with the local theme of today’s post I chose tid bit. Tid bit, for any of my international friends who might be wondering, means a little bit. But that’s far too many syllables for Islanders, so we needed to shorten that shit up. Tid bit is also pronounced as one word, all together, at top speed: tidbit.