Hey folks,
I am not dead, have not been abducted by aliens, Hollywood has not grabbed me up to star in anyone’s real life story and no, playboy is asking to showcase my boobs.
I am however SWAMPED at work, with a car in the shop (doubly my commute time) and preparing to put my frickin 90 year old house on the market (yeah, me and caulk are really getting to be chummy!).  Let’s just say I’m busy.
In the pipeline: I have to give you to scoop on the gorgeous ladies I brunched with (it was a necessary sanity break, VERY necessary!) . I got more sexy stuff to talk about. AND I’m going to one of my favorite writers…she’s full of sass and wine but really, she’s just the most generous THOUGHTFUL woman I’ve ever met. And of course…I owe you some boob shots. (I even bought a little sumpin sumpin for the occasion!)
So, not dead, a little mad/wonky/stressed out and missing you all.
Good luck!!
And seriously, is there nothing caulk cannot fix? It’s even fun to say.
jeez. sounds intense. hope it all goes well!
Whew, you are busy lady! I miss seeing your words light up my google reader. Take care of yourself in this crazy month and good luck!
When work gets so hectic that it interferes with your blogging and boob photography, there is only one thing you can do. Quit your job. You can make enough money off your boob shots and a Playboy centerfolds to keep you going financially. Hurry back!
Take your time and get your job done. I’m waiting for the boob shots of course, but patiently. If I were playboy … think we stop it there, I’ve had too many beers tonight. Take care >;)
Hope that the crazy settles down soon.
I, for one, can’t wait to hear more about these delightful women you had brunch with.
You forgot to mention PREGNANT, which takes a lot of time too. Don’t worry, we’ll be here when you’re ready!
Playboy’s loss.
I’m the Caulk Queen down here and my house was only built in the 60s. Good luck.