I’m not one to apologize for not writing in his blog, but in case you were wondering where the hell I were, I thought I might at least say something. Like, for example, I might tell you that I am headed to Nashville for our company’s annual client conference. The highlight of the trip, of course, will be the chance to meet Busy Mom live and in person. (Aye, the air will hang heavy with puns that night, I tell ye. The very walls will melt from the 12-year-old humor that will be flying aboot. I think the White House is pressuring Tom Ridge to raise the terror alert for this.)
If you weren’t wondering where the hell I were, I’m damned proud of you. You finally have a life. Good going.