Calendar Girl Blog: 1,000 Calendars On The Wall

I'm rewriting that drinking song we used to sing on our public school trips. 100 Bottles of Beer (a charming ditty for 12 year olds)is now 1,000 Breast of Canada's. It's a bit awkward, and will require a road trip that lasts days if one is to reach the goal of 1, but it helped me through the first day of calendar ownership.

I wasted no time after Dale left. Within a few hours, I was banging on the side door of the post office looking for a trolley. I had 335 calendars ready to be shipped off to Seattle, Halifax, Hood River, Scanton, Marathon and Stoneington. Coast to coast, north and south. Breasts heading off to their new homes and owners. I'd shed a tear but being the mother of 3,000 of these paper babies I'd be a wreck and no doubt dehydrated in no time. Instead, I wished them well, hoped they found a nice wall to live on and asked them to write if they got work.

The women at the post office dug right in. Three hundred and twenty seven dollars later, we had parted ways. Me feeling lighter. Much lighter. My wee car riding higher.

Later in the evening, after yoga, I sat down to look at this lastest creation. Page by page, photo by photo, word by word.

Calendar Girl is very pleased. Perhaps a bit puffy even.

Calendar Girl