It’s good to discover that there really is life outside blogging, but please know that I do not end here (credit to Zoe for that one.) That makes a change, don’t you think?
At least, I assume I don’t end here. We have a nice little saying in Britain:
It isn’t the cough that carries you off,
But the coffin they carry you off in.
Neat?
Seems like Frothgar will be making his way home soon. More on that tomorrow, maybe.
8 comments:
I knew you had a secret... but a whole LIFE??? (gasp) I shall never trust again!
;)
Whoa, you do sarcasm as well. Nice one.
I'll probably go back to being Grizzly Adams again tomorrow. He has his bears, I have my blog.
That saying! My mom used to say that when we were growing up! Have missed you ... Happy New Year, dearling Jeff.
What a nice surprise. Greetings, Shay. You really must let us know what you're up to these days. Are you still you, or have you become a domesticated lady-about-California? Do they have ladies in California? (Only kidding.)
I seem to recall your mother used a lot of European expressions.
Hope 2011 is full of wondrous new things.
Mercury is direct so you shouldn't, rather I say "shouldn't" have any more problems with Frothgar. And we still feel the lingering effects of Merc. retro for a week or so after he's gone direct. So, perhaps it's a good thing that you've been busier than usual.
Not so much 'busier,' Wendy. Messed about, that's what I've been.
Oh well, let's hope the winged messenger is now happily ensconced with his nice bit of cuttlefish again.
And Frothy, bless him, is due to go home tomorrow.
lol, perhaps you noticed i read this post more than once...i thought maybe i could-should? learn a thing or two ;)
About being normal, you mean? Heaven forbid you should ever be that, Zhen.
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