Shenanigans? No can do!

Posted by Claudia Moser on 7:35 PM in ,
This week's theme under the GBE2 and this is the first time since the beginning when I cannot get any inspiration. It took 43 themes, but I guess I should find my master eventually. The trouble is that I cannot share any mischief adventures, any pranks, I simply cannot manage to get clever ideas to catch me into the writing process.

It may well do with the fact that I am on a business travel for a week and most likely my thoughts are linked with my next meetings, my to dos and my open items.

Nevertheless I found this nice song, by a band called ... Shenanigans for sure!

I hope you will excuse my lack of inspiration, but hey, I'm human :) Happy Monday



You may have had trouble with Shenanigans but your sweet comments on my post about Holden were very kind and meant so much. I hope you have many many more years with Naila...our fur babies are so special...

@Sush - I am truly sorry for your loss and I do hope that Naila's years will be happy ones!

I'm sorry Sush. We lost our Maggie right before Christmas. I miss her too. You were probably too good a girl to get into any shenanigans! Now I, on the other hand, could tell a lot of bad stories.

Never get too old for Shenanigans!!!
Great post!!

Loved the music! :)Sometimes, it's all that we need :)

I hope you get through the business trip okay!

@Belle - it is always hard to lose a darling pet. Well, you said a good girl, some may say boring :)
@Kathy - who knows?
@Feathered Pen - I had nothing else! Sorry :)
@Sarah - not so easy but surviving!

Anonymous says:

Cute son! I love the fiddle and that is "happy music!" :D

Anonymous says:

...I meant, "cute song!"

@Beachlover - :)

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