I know I fell off the radar. I’m sorry.
I utterly and totally failed NaBloPoMo. Again, my apologies.
Some of you have emailed me wondering A) Where the hell I am and B) Am I okay. Thank you. As soon as I can get mired out of the muck, you will receive a reply. Preferably in this century.
And now… A listing of various things heard around these parts, which may have accounted for the dissappearing act.
“Could you please buy me some more NyQuil on your way home?”
“This is Small Town Elementary, and this is not an emergency, but…”
“So, how many stitches?”
“We don’t have our new insurance yet. You are not ALLOWED to break your knee.”
“Could you run and pickup this prescription?”
“So, what you’re telling me is, if I use the garbage disposal, the toilets back up?”
“Mooooooommmmm, Pebbles just barfed all over!”
“Mom, we have to go shopping, my backpack just broke.”
“Poe! Are you hearing this?” “What, the helicopter?” “That’s NOT a helicopter – that’s our microwave!”
“I don’t feel like cooking this year. You can just take care of Thanksgiving, right?”
I’m slowly coming back today, my first “normal” day in two weeks. Be kind, please.
Holy Toledo. I was already praying for you, but sheesh! apparently not hard enough!