“A” is for, “About damn time, woman!” It’s also for Apologies for my Absence.

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Right… let me just go ahead and get this out of the way right now, before I continue. 

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See… red hair fencing kitty with sad, sad eyes. Remind you of anyone you know?

I know. I truly do. I know that those giant eyes from some cartoon cat won’t do the trick. I know some of you have even been genuinely concerned over your favorite blogger’s absence (I naturally assume I’m your favorite, because..well, let’s not kid ourselves. It’s quite obvious.). I’ve received a few emails wondering where I have been and if I’m, in fact alive.

It’s been a crazy month, which is how long it’s been since my last post. Lots of things have happened, including a stress fracture to my foot caused by either urine or spilled cocktails outside of a famous person’s dressing room, visits from old, dear friends, and the loss of another. All night raves with the unicorn while doing body shots off of Sven, the gay guy from the boat with the purple nipple tassels, and two cases of saving the planet from impending doom. There has been art, writing, lots of working, battles with the outsourced US Visa Services which required me to give them everything but my bra size (Damn, I hope none of them have worked at Victoria’s Secret before) to ask some questions about how some Swedish and Icelandic dudes that just want to rock out in the states, can get there the right way. For the past two days I have been digging an escape route in case the henchmen come to collect my ovaries as I may have given them a false email address accidentally. Not to worry though… the unicorn has assured me I’ve been fitted with an alarm system.

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So as you can see, my sanity is still in tact and I have such sights to show you….

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No, no…don’t worry. Not in a Pinhead way…

More in a

No, not like an “American Psycho” kind of way either…

Although…

No.

Not like that.

It’s more like….

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Yeah, it’s not like that either. I just wanted to throw in another cute animal in case you were still bitter over my absence.

Which begins with the letter A.

Which is what I’m writing about on this, the first day of the A-Z Challenge.

Confused?

Intrigued?

Hungry?

There’s a link to the challenge over there in the left sidebar.

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No wait! YOUR Left.

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Yes, I’ve changed the subject.

Today, is April 1st, which also starts with the letter “A”. Well, April does, anyway. 1st doesn’t. That begins with the letter 1. I wonder if that’s intentional. I shall lose many seconds of sleep contemplating this.

Over the next month, I’ll be doing this A-Z Challenge, but also, starting next week, your regularly scheduled weekly features will be back, whether it corresponds with the letter of the day or not.

I realized something while I was away.. I missed writing and I missed my little community here.

Ok, geez, enough of the sappy sh*t.

Get a hold of yourselves.

This is the internet for godssake.

Anyway…

Apologies for the

Absence over the past month.

Am I forgiven?

21 responses to ““A” is for, “About damn time, woman!” It’s also for Apologies for my Absence.”

  1. You are forgiven, you had me with the Puss in boots picture! I have been worried, but didn’t want to email you on purpose so you don’t think I’m being whiny, stalking you or attention whoring myself. Welcome back! Now make me laugh, lord knows I need it!

    • Puss-In-Boots wins every time. Ana, I never would consider you a stalker or attention whoring, or even a whoring stalker, whatever that means. I shall do my best to bring up your spirits. I need to catch up on the adventures of Frank and Ana though so I know which material to use.

  2. Like the above comment said – I noticed your lack of posts, but assumed you were travelling the world with some fabulous indie band, alternating hard partying, with hard *whatever it is you do* work. So likewise with above comment, i did not want to be all weird and stuff. I figured you would return if and when it suited. And you did. Yaaay!

    • You have no idea what I do, do you Pixie?
      😉
      The reason I like you all and we all get along here so well is because we’re “all weird and stuff”, so let the weirdness shine and never hesitate to email me if your life is lacking the completeness that my blog provides.

      Or you know…whatever.

      Now off to catch up on the adventures of Pixieknucklecracker!

  4. I know it isn’t, but I’d love to think that my reply to your Liebster nomination last night was what brought you back. I’m pretty sure it isn’t, but the coincidence is legitimate enough for me to believe it.

    …

    I believe it. Too late (or latte, as my fingers originally typed). Hope your foot’s getting better!

      • Me too, actually. I think the least you deserve is a latte.

        Undoubtedly! As if anything could come between someone and their unicorn – that would be ludicrous.

  6. Glad you’re back and okay! I seriously thought the gnomes from the underworld got you and were holding you captive. Was about to form a militia group of bloggers to go to your rescue, so good to see this wasn’t necessary,as compensation would have been difficult if it had been demanded. 🙂

    • I’m not going to dumb down the antics…there were zombie garden gnomes involved at one stage. I’m glad to know I can count on you should I go missing again, to form a posse and rescue me 🙂 I got your letter btw and LOVE the homemade bookmark, and if you can believe it, am almost ready to write back 🙂 Just need to work on my handwriting skills as you’re likely not going to be able to get a word of it.

      • Glad to hear it made it to you safe and sound! And, also that you liked the bookmark. 🙂 Not to worry though, take as much time as you need to reply, I understand that you must be busy.
        BTW, congrats on surviving zombie garden gnomes! Haha.

    • Awww, thanks for stopping by, Eileen 🙂 Pull up a sofa and explore away! I like the name of your blog and you have colored me intrigued so I’ll be stopping by your Playroom to see what mischief you’ve got going on over there.

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