Join Me in Snarkville

You know it has been a long time since you blogged when your browser doesn’t recognize your blog address.  I’m sorry, folks, I did the horrible….

I went away AGAIN.  This time you can feel ok about it, because I went away and promptly got the plague and proceeded to be sick — well, I’m still a little ill.  (I also shared and gave the plague to both Duke and Prince.  Let me tell you, the recipe for a great vacation begins with getting the plague and then sharing it with the people you are sharing a room with.  Add to this, leave the country — where your ability to get things like Nyquil aren’t easy and you will have enjoyed the perfect vacation.)

Now don’t get me wrong, in between all the drama — what? you think me having the plague didn’t involve a little drama? it is like you don’t even know me. — we did have fun.  Well, we were snarky and laughed and ate reasonable food for days.  I drank more hot tea than anyone should be allowed to.

I flew back to Snarkville on a very full flight.  SO full that we were delayed while they re-calculated the fuel needed to get us from point A to point B.  This flight was made more fun, by the plague soaked, tired people I was traveling with who needed to sleep (and sweat) on me.  Oh yes, I can tell you are jealous of my life.

I’m sure I owe you a photo or fourteen, and they will be up soon enough (right after Paris), but let’s leave this post with the most important news to share.

Nope, not dead yet.