OH. MA. GAWD.
Have I really been away for so long?
Who hates me?
GAH, I even hate myself.
I am a vile repulsive blogger. I should be sent to somewhere really bad. For weeks. Like to uhm, K-Mart or (shudder) the Dollar Tree.
Me: Hi, welcome to Dollar Tree!
Customer: Shut it, bitch.
Me: Okay! I shall!
I know I've got some 'splaining to do, but honestly? It was ALL my computer's fault. Stupid bleepity bleepy piece of shite. I've cried more and now sport an enormous goose egg on my head from all the dramatic-drama-queen banging of my head on my desk.
It's a pathetic excuse, but I'm sticking to it.
Also, I was sick and then sick some more and then my boobie was hurting and about to fall off and then I spent many glorious days sitting in doctors' offices with all manner of disgusto germified people and then WHOOSH! Can you believe it's almost Christmas?
I won't even mention the stress of trying to access my articles/files so I could make deadlines. AGGH. JesusChristOnACandyCane what a horrible time.
I'm now using my Mac whom I love so much that I might have married if it had a penis. And for Christmas I now asking for not only a Nikon d70, but also an iBook, because damn it, I fucking deserve it.
Me: Hi, this is Kimber calling you for our interview about facial fungus?
Him: Oh, yes. Ask away...
Me: So, what can you tell me about facial fungus? Is it contagious?
Him: Well, Kimber, it is a very complex dis...
Me: Have I mentioned that I'm talking to you from my bed? I'm recording this interview on my new iBook! SQUEAL!
Muchas gracias to the peeps who wrote me and asked if I'd been abducted by the grammar police or perhaps Bigfoot. I appreciate all your thoughts and NOW that I'm back, I shall send you loving baskets of gratitude and anti-wrinkle cream. Not that I think you need it. Yet.
Last Friday, I hosted Thanksgiving here with all the girls because my loverley husband made me go to Toronto on Thursday to BUY PLANTS. Whee. A good time was had by all as we ate turkey-lurkey and potatoes and lotsa casseroles with many calories. Mmmmmmm. My poor fridge has never seen so many delectable left-overs. I will admit that I did have a stuffing/gravy/mashed potato breakfast the next day. I should be publicly flogged, I know. But it was good.
Since today was a no-article-due day, I went shopping for the first time in WEEKS. Oh, the agony. I made a serious dent in the ole bank account and my list. So, snaps for me! I might have bought some make-up and some boots. too, but a girl's gotta look good, no?
I've got some stuff to send out for all the late b-days and now Christmas-y pressies that I SWEAR I'll send before December. So watch yer mailboxes, y'all.
Lil Miss Pissy shall be pleased that she won't have to see the word tissue at the title of this post and hopefully she'll forgive me enough to go to Disney and buy some stuff for me for el husbando for Christmas. (And if she won't then I'm eating her ice wine chocolates.)
Florida pics will be uploaded tonight, just as soon as I find the compact flash card. Ahem.