I know, I know, I've been freakishly absent. The truth is, I have so many stories to tell, but I guess I slipped into a bit of a depression back there, because I didn't think they were worth you listening to. Anyway, I'm working on getting out of the funk, and the first step of that was to actually sign into the blog for the first time in over a month.
So I return. And in this order, I will bestow upon you the stories of:
- The Korean seafood/beef platter
- The incessant Sarah Palin dreams
- The highs of actually having insurance now...
- ...and the lows of seeing my old doctor
- Our foray (Oh sweet Jesus, I just wrote fourway.) into the Blackberry lifestyle.
There might even be a story in there about Easy Bake Ovens. If you ask nice.
You stopped listening when I said fourway, didn't you? Gutterheads!
For now, I must bid you adieu, although I have not warranted this favor. Last night, I spent forty-five minutes on the deck finishing up Jeffrey Deaver's Roadside Crosses, and became mozzie-chum. Damn wee beasties. I'm all covered in lumps and bumps, and it's taking every last bit of will power (with which I am not particularly blessed) not to scratch off my own legs. Perhaps I will have Alice do it for me.
