AWOL, MIA, WTFC

She apologizes for not making the usual rounds. She's fine, though she finds it a tad disturbing to find herself writing in the third person. Praise all the powers that be, though, that this doesn't happen too often. (Referring to the fact that she's referring to herself in the third person, and not to the discomfiting realization that her blogging skills have run away, put themselves up for auction on eBay without her knowledge, or committed hara-kiri. She hopes none of the aforementioned is true.)

In any case, she hasn't forgotten about the honors bestowed upon her by thoughtful and sweet blog buddies like Mimi and Sanni. She sends them tight hugs and sloppy heart-warming kisses.

Also, she had a lovely time Saturday night with fellow bloggers Houseband00 and the Pinay in Barnsley (who is bloody gorgeous, by the way). She (meaning, me) is looking forward to having even more alcoholic fun-filled evenings with them in the near future, at a bar/restaurant on a terrific white beach. A place called Boracay.

Laters, peeps. (I know, that is so juvenile. What the heck.)