A Labor Day bump.
I had something I wanted to bump about, but now I’ve forgotten it.
Aha! This is an “if you order from a nursery that only ships when it’s time to plant what you ordered, you’ll have forgotten all about it by the time it comes and will have no idea what’s in that box” bump.
(Egyptian walking onions)
Band name bump!
Bangles tribute band.
Bump.
Should I plant the onions before I go to work bump.
Old Yiddish curse: you should grow like an onion, with your head in the ground and your feet in the air. That’s not directed at anyone here, just to be clear. You folks, just go on bumpin’.
Bump.
My bubbe used to say that, usually at someone on tv.
Bump.
Late afternoon bump.
After midnight bump.
My iphone battery is dying. Attempts will be made to replace it tomorrow.
Bump.
How are things going with the iphone battery?
Bump.
Wheeee! A) it was just the battery and not also something else that had damaged the battery, and B) it’s so nice to have a phone that keeps its charge. At the end it zoomed from 100 to 12 in half a minute.
And now I have “we want the bump” stuck in my head. I wonder what caused that.
Have you been listening to Parliament Funkadelic?
Bump.
Not for decades. It just popped in out of nowhere.
Bump.
Whew – another week, marching us toward the Equinox, is looming. Or beginning, depending on how you look at it.
Boy, that was a bumpy sentence.
Bump.
Yes, it’s time to find a new driveway snowplow person.
Bump.
The Egyptian walking onions have been planted. Which reminded me that the daffodils need to be planted, but those need a new bed to be shoveled.
Bump.
Yep, fall is in the air here.
Bump.
Not so fast; it’s gonna be in the upper 80s tomorrow here. But on the other hand, a few of the trees are starting to change.
Bump.