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I'm Nadine. Thanks for stopping by. The floors are creaky, the kids are loud, but the door's always open and the coffee's always on.

Make yourself at home.

November, Movember, NaNoWriMo....

I'm scared. Of tomorrow. Sort of like this. But without the pineapple.

Pineapple is an anti-bloat food. Yes, that fruit stat will be applicable in November.

November at our place means the following:

  1. Matthew will grow a moustache and magically turn into a lumberjack.
  2. I will [attempt to] write a novel. Because I finally caved to the NaNoWriMo hype. And because I want to win Canada's $50,000 Giller Prize next year. (Too ambitious?)
  3. We are taking diet/fitness uber-seriously. Because the post-honeymoon pounds won't take a hint and skedaddle. (That reminds me: I need to bake cookies for a potluck today. AHHH.)

Yes, I'm going to be writing my butt off while literally working my butt off — four times a week, yo* — and depriving myself of cashew binges and full-fat cheese. Sigh.

*Every time Matt says, "Yo," I respond with, "'s about that time to bring forth the rhythm and the rhyme." Marky Mark forever.

What are your plans for November, friends?

Goodbye, 2003

Wine and Cheese Chez Nous