I am totally back in the building – after a grueling trek down and then back up the Eastern Sea-board – with only the light of Irving B. Socks’ heart to guide me.
I am trying to pick through my frazzled sick-of-being-sick brain to figure out what ti let you know all about – because all kinds of shenanigans happened while I was away – including he best thing to hit this particular website – since bread – bread – sliced – sliced – bread . . .
Until the fog lifts – today is Tuesday . . . and as you know – that means that you are going to have to sit through a little taste of those insufferable ants . . .