Hark! Hello, kids. I'm heading out to Santa Catalina Island for another (my 8th, to be exact) summer of fun on this Saturday. I promised a number of my friends that I would keep my blog up to date while I was away. It's funny that friends would expect me to make such a promise. I don't think that's a very friend-like thing to do. I won't mention any names... you know who you are. I won't mention any names, but I do expect compensation for my quiet keeping of this secret. You may make payment in the form of money (of course), baked goods, magical fairy toenails, or money. I haven't written anything for quite sometime. I hope you know that I have blackmailing power. I could write things about you. I could write terrible things about you. They would be terrible on a few levels, but I'll let you figure those out.
What am I even getting at? I think I know what you're not telling me. Your jumpy steps speak loudly and clearly. And, fortunately, my Blogger now saves my drafts automatically! This is a good thing and ensures that you will get to read my nonsense no matter what. My dog Gunther is the best dog in the world. I will stand and challenge anyone who wants to contend. Merry tidings to ya'll. I'm off to the ma'll.
