{Me in the wrinkly Danger Mouse t-shirt facing the unknown}
I hope you're wearing your best poop kicking boots because we're really stepping in it today.
Yesterday, one of the locals overheard me mention I'm a journalist. (That's my way of not having to explain, "I have a lifestyle blog where I report on stuff while trying to be funny and people humour me by leaving nice comments. And someday, I hope to actually make some money doing it. Journalling that is. Not, doing it. Jeez, get your mind out of the gutter." See how much easier it is to just say "I'm a journalist?") And all of a sudden, this woman who'd overheard my comment leapt on me like a child on a piece of dropped candy.
