Although it SEEMS like we have fallen off the face of the planet, I can assure you all residents of The Asylum are firmly attached to the ground.
We've just been crazy busy.
And I've been working my batooshie off. (No- for reals. The batooshie and various other portions of my anatomy have changed recently.)
Anywhogivesaflipaboutfattybutts--
Things have been insane. Good insane. But insane. By the time I get to sit down long enough to post, I am too pooped to pop. Brain dead. Dain Bramaged. To the point that returning phone calls (Sorry MiKael!! I'll call you in the next couple days!!!) is out of the question. (Can't talk for the exhausted drooling on myself. At least not and make a whit of sense anyways.)
All the pathetic excuses of a busy schedule aside, I will devote some time this week to this poor, sad, neglected blog.
In the meantime, our thoughts are with all of you dealing with the aftermath of Irene. And with GunDiva and her mare Her Royal Highness Queen Estes, battling a massive colic episode. And with my favorite Texans, dealing with a horrid drought.
There will be more soon, including some pictures. Meantime, everyone go smooch your horses, OK?
~MM
9 comments:
Smooching progressing.
Don't forget to breath, and smooch your own lovely horse.
Her Royal Highness is her cranky mare self. Except when a cramp hits, then she's pathetic. Luckily her good periods are getting longer and her bad periods are getting shorter.
Say... I remember you! Didn't you use to have a blog or something?
;)
Stay busy.
Bill
Oh yeah, earlier comment was GunDiva...
Helllloooooo! Glad you are still alive...lol...however, I knew that. Kiss my arses every day. They are the best. Have a great one, looking forward to your pics.
Glad you're still with us!
smooching away here in Cali. Glad to see Gun Diva's comment. I have been checking her blog all day worried about Estes.
Glad your back. Kissin' and cookie giving to My Josie tonight.
I don't like those days when I fall asleep, nodding in my chair, with spittle dripping onto my shirt!
Hope things settle down to a dull roar!
I am utterly exhausted, sapped of all energy. Can I borrow a smidgen of yours, please? I'll let you have it back on... Friday. I just need a shot of energy until then to get this house clean.
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