Wait! Don’t unsubscribe! It’s been so long since I posted that I fear when I appear in your reader, you be all “Oh, her. Nothing to see here, folks. Goodbye.”
You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?
How bad is it? The BlogHer Ads Team sent me a gentle reminder that I haven’t posted in quite a while. And a few of you have emailed to see if something is wrong.
I haven’t been a very good bloggy friend, and I am sorry. I have been reading, just not commenting much. Lurker that I am. Oh, the guilty lurkiness!
I’ve been feeling poorly lately, and you do NOT want to know the details. You’re welcome. But I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning today. And my next few weeks will be filled with visits to the hospital for x-rays and blood tests and other diagnostic delights.
It’s raining pretty hard today, which is a blessing, because there is a big fire raging hereabouts. Last time I checked, 317 homes had been evacuated. Of course, getting home from the doctor’s appointment in the wind and rain was not pleasant, but hey, compared to being evacuated, I can just suck it up. Or suck it. Whatever that means.
There has been a lot of family drama going on as well, and it makes my heart heavy of late. I’m not free to disclose details.
In better news, Dances With Shrapnel is home from being deployed in Afghanistan. Now I can watch the news again. Exhale.
And? Ass Burger Boy’s job has gone from part time to full time. He is starting to feel somewhat better about himself. He will be doing the happy dance when he can bank some serious money.
