Hear that? No, not the sound of me typing.
That. No, not the sound of ice cubes in the VT, sloshing around in the limey good essence of Grey Goose. Although that's a nice sound, even though it's only 1:54 pm on a Sunday afternoon. Don't judge.
Yes, that sound....or rather, the lack of sound. No one asking about seeing the local sights or what we're going to do for dinner, or if there are any historical sites or whether we have more fat-free, sugar-free, flavor-free chocolate foodstuffs. No one telling me stories about their child's softball/volleyball/skeet-shooting/third degree belt cup-stacking Tigger-striping fourth-place finish and how she was CLEARly robbed of third-place by little Miss Philomena Whosit with the mother who's sleeping with the assistant BAND DIRECTOR for god's sake!
No one talking to me or at me.
Just OTT (see new pic over there on the right) and me, sucking down VTs. To change our addytudes. Shwewwwwwwwwwww..........
Ok. To be fair, I'm exaggerating - because that's what we deck blogsters do for effect, right? - they're nice solid good-hearted folks, truly and fairly easy to host. But dear god, they can TALK. They can even outtalk Mr. Lulu. Which is really really saying something, because that man can talk the ears right off a filibustering politician.
So shhhhhhhhhhhh........I'll check in with everyone a little later.....