Hey! Hi!
Well, you guys are getting quite squirrelly on me, now aren't you? AWW. I always forget that normal people, like, WORRY and stuff. For the most part, I was born without that bothersome fretting gene, and as a result I can be pretty inconsiderate. So, um, sorry about that.
Anyway, thanks so much to everyone who has commented or emailed or otherwise expressed concern that I was hanging from my shower rod or similar. Fortunately, this is less of a mental-breakdown type sitch and more of a shit-hitting-the-fan-at-work dealio. Typically, I'm tied to my desk like so much LIVESTOCK, leaving plenty of time for nefarious Internetin', but for the past several weeks, and the next several...not so much. So, that's been sucking.
And, um, when I'm NOT at work, IF YOU MUST KNOW, YOU NOSY BASTARDS, I've been spending most of my time with this guy:
Internets, meet NiceDate. NiceDate, Internets.
Just FYI, you know who makes the PERFECT firefighter's girlfriend? A NON-FRETTER, that's who! (Me: you did WHAT at work today? That's nice, baby. The real question is, who made lunch at the station and what did you have?)
Miss you guys xoxo
