All good things must come to an end.
This vacation has been excellent. Home sweet home.
Homer has written Monday's post (I can't wait to read it. He said it was a "welcome home gift") and then it's back on track for me next week.
I don't have time to proofread it all yet as I'm busy shaking sand out of my crown but he tells me it's a glowing report of time spent with his beloved Queen and "other things."
Other things?? What other things? Homer?
Get back in here. Where did you go?
I think a debriefing of my trusty palace dog might be in order. When I got home he was on the phone making an appointment with his therapist. I heard him use the word URGENT and something about needing "immediate anxiety relieving medication."
He left a copy of "How To Squelch Online Rumors Before Your Queen Gets Home" on his nightstand.
Hmmmm......and why are there 5000 unread messages in my FB account? I should have known leaving him in charge of my friends list was a bad idea. Why is there no noise from the dungeon? Not a peep do I hear from the prisoners and I've barely set my suitcase down.
And why is he sulking so? What happened while I was gone?
I can't leave for five minutes without the whole blogosphere going to hell in a hand basket.
What am I gonna do with you people?
Friday, March 12, 2010
And Travis, the spider webs are NOT swept properly!!!
I may have to build a bigger dungeon.