Y’all, this one’s short and sweet. Just a memo, if you’re still out there, that my ass will be back online tomorrow. I can’t tell you where I went, or why–too many hungry monkeys out there groveling for my demise. But, I can tell you this: I wasn’t made for closets. And I’m dancing back at you as fast as my feet can go, in boots. Ridiculous, this two (three?) month lay-down. Did absolutely no good in the end, chapped my ass and made me one ornery old broad. If my online presence makes folks feel that upset, why . . . I reckon they need to garner better self esteem. To each their own, except:
We were right in the middle of a conversation. How . . . rude. Just bad Southern manners, really. Anyway, as I was saying . . .
See y’all in the a.m.