Well, Uckfay the Oosegay. Game Night, Some Pasta, @StagsVB in 3 Sets, and a Beautiful October Day. Sometimes Joy Comes this Way.

With a name like Fuck Fuck Goose, it had to be a game for the Crandall household. The fact that being the first to grab the goose, a little rubber Duckie-like figurine, is the name of the game is even better. The rules also call for you to say the EFF word every time you flip one of your cards. The bunny and the chickens, of course, also help you to win. 

I won a couple of rounds and the Fairfield University Women's Volleyball Team won the match against Rider in 3 sets. They looked good against the other team.

I brought them a set of windup butterflies after the win and told them that they came from my belly watching them play. I realized they're probably better off in the sky than having them in our stomachs. They will be playing away for a couple of weeks, so this was the last home game for a while.

I actually thought the game was at 2 p.m., but it was at 4. I took it as an omen to work on a piece I'm sending off for possible publication. When the Great Whatever gives you two hours of unplanned space, you take total advantage of it. The best part of gaining those two hours is that I hit "send." It's always nice to bump the ball to the other side (we'll see if it is send back with the opportunity to spike it.

Today officially kicks off Write Out and CWP will be hosting an event at Lordship House. The food has been ordered, rain or shine, and I have Katniss (Never Green No More) loaded with books to hand teachers. I guess it's somewhat of a working weekend.