Well, as you can see, we’ve done some redecorating. It was like birthing a baby. You hold it in, waiting and hoping, knowing its coming one day, but never quite sure when. Then one day the water breaks.
Of course I didn’t do the real work. In the words of Butterfly McQueen, “I’on’t know nuttin’ ’bout birthin’ no babies!” Dr. Karsh delivered it (it was a C section, believe me), with Dr. Flavors assisting. He also conducts mediations by telephone. Without them I am just a writer looking for a pen.
So I can now return to talking about anything and everything that comes to mind. I have my sideblogs back, so I can compartmentalize. You’ll notice one of them is missing–FOOD. As much as I love to cook and eat, that one was hardest to fill regularly, so I ditched it. If I feel so inspired, I’ll still find a place on the main blog.
Enjoy.
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I’m so proud of this baby - I feel like a midwife! LOL
This is like icing on a cake. A big, humongous, thoughtfully baked cake. I’m sure everyone will come back for seconds and thirds.
What? No release party with some washed up Diva singing her lungs out, bad food, and weak drinks?
LOL - It looks good!!!
It’s about damn time!
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