I’m leaving in about four hours for a REAL three(ish) day non-lifecast’d vacation. Like any addiction, the thought of going cold-turkey on blogging gives me heart palpitations.
But you’re probably on the beach somewhere yourself, so you won’t miss me.
And yes, as you probably noticed, I’m not saying where I’ll be going. That’s on purpose. ;) Let’s just put it this way: I’ve never been there before, and I just checked the forecast - errr … suffice it to say, it’ll be warm. Maybe too warm? Sigh.
See you on Thursday!
Well done, Poofy. For the longest time, we all say you need to step away from keyboard. You go with new boyfriend? You go on fake all-girl Sexy and the City, mid-life crisis desperation holiday? You go to reprogramming unit where they give you shock therapy when they show you photos of tutus and nerds?
Not my business. I only sad you accompany this post with photo from 1947.
As for me? I am going on three-day holiday to barn, where this is loft of fresh hay and fully stocked vodka cooler (OMSK MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND 2009! WOOHOO!!!!!). And if Ivan, the handsome new sheep herder from down the road, want to stop by and stick it in, who am I to say no? He only have one actual leg, but I hear he make up for that with other leg, HOOOOOOKAY????????