September the Turd.

Je ne regrette rien... except for maybe that drunk bid I placed on eBay last night, the long bike ride we took the day before (and my pained tuchus), reading the entirety of "The Light Between Oceans," binge watching "The Good Place" on Netflix (and its gross overuse of the word "literally" actually), the two pints of ice cream (ginger brûlée and raspberry) I bought at the farmers market this morning, the two waffles I inhaled for breakfast and the sugar shock I'm about to have, and... Strike that, je regrette beaucoup.