And So It Begins

I had planned on starting this post with a sullen voice, a deep sadness and regret to inform you all that I had grown tired of blogging world and felt it was time to retreat to my little corner of the universe and unplug my voice from the sea of chatter.


Or

I was going to say that posting a piece from The HoseMaster was a bit of a religious experience for me and he made me see the error of my barking poodle ways. That I was going to follow that man like his name was Noah. Give up this nonsense and spend my days growing yarn or something.

Or

I was going to tell you all that I was turning this into a pay per view sight so if you wanted to read any of my silly crap you would have to pony up like $10.00 a month. Death to Sans Dosage for sure.

Or

I was going to give up English for Lent. Could not remember when that is so that was out.



Or

The truth, I'm just plain tired.

Oh, not tired of blogging anything, just spun out by working retail during the holidays. Don't get me wrong, I adore this time of year at the store......the decorations, the music, the high energy, the gift baskets the tissue paper and bows. I love it all but with it comes some seriously sore body parts and no not the pain in the ass kind. Just aching feet, screaming back (cases of wine are like heavy and junk) cuts all over from razor blades and cardboard, (oh holy hell do those freaking hurt) and pure exhaustion from the pace of it all. Add the holiday parties, the visitors from out of town, the shopping and the regular bits of life that distract and need our time and well, just have not had the time or energy to write or post much of anything. Kinda kills me as I do so love writing here and hearing from my little band of loyal (I was going to say readers but that sounds too "fancy" and not quite personal enough) friends but it seems the nights that I don't have plans, (See you this evening Jess!) I come home, make dinner and pretty much fall into a post busting-my-ass-all-freaking-day pile of glitter covered goo on the couch.



So there you have it, I was not kidnapped by The HoseMaster, have not gotten greedy and decided to make you all pay for the "pleasure" of reading my silly bullshit, nor have I found religion...just wicked busy, sapped of energy and tired as hell. Not giving up my little spot here on Blogger and I hope my silence will not cost me the one in your hearts....I'll be back, I promise.

And that concludes my public announcement.