Sorry. Six months gone by and not a peep. I’m sure you’ve all been more than happy, off enjoying the Internet elsewhere but incase there’re any lingering bad feelings, here it is, official like: Sorry. I make my kids apologize continuously so it’s probably good for me to eat a bit of my own bread and butter from time to time.
‘Eat her own bread and butter?’ you say. Doesn’t she mean ‘take her own medicine’? Well no. Firstly because I’ve had quite enough medicine over the past six months and secondly, I do like to change up the sayings for the occasional ha ha.
So two things about this blog: 1. It is not a naughty blog (despite people finding it via search terms such as ‘f*ck in the cervix’ (is that even possible??) and 2. It’s not a bummer blog. However, having said that, I will tell you that the reason I’ve not been blog a logging the past six months is that I’ve been doing that whole cancer thing again.
Bla bla, chemo, surgery, radiation, adult diapers, vomiting, hair in the plug hole, arms like an angry heroine addict, Michael Jackson mask out in public, lots of food delivered from co-workers, should be sorted out now but I’ll never know for sure, etc. etc. and so forth.
As you can tell, I really enjoying talking about it in lavish detail.
Anywho I thought I’d probably let y’all know what’s been going on for the following reasons:
- If you have a great excuse for abandoning your reader for six months, you may as well get it out the lock box and use it like you mean it.
- Recent big influx of Facebook likers recently leads me to think I’d better post something about something incase they all decide to de-like me. Such a shame as I’m so likeable!
- Next time there’s a big ole silence you might wonder if I’ve finally snuffed it (US folks, that means died). Who knows, you may lack other dramatic tension in your life and thinking about it may give you a little ghoulish entertainment. You’re welcome.
I’d like to say that I’ll be back to posting regularly now but who the frick a dick knows about that. I’m going back to work soon and any extra time artfully carved out of the day will probably be devoted to staring at the wall and cultivating a small trickle of wine-flavored drool off the end of my chin.