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Yoo hoo...I'm feeling MUCH better now...I think I'll go for a walk....

Well...hey there, hi there, ho there! Yes, I took a powder for a while....

I'm writing because I began to fear that you would assume that I allowed my husband to talk me into joining him in a 7 night, 8 day cruise in the Caribbean where I might have "thrown myself" off of our balcony into the churning sea. Rest assured, if that happens, that I am good and pissed off while waiting for a shark to eat me. GOOD and pissed off. And I'm probably still holding his recently ripped off nipple in my right hand, too.

So here is the deal - I moved to Florida last week with my family. I'd like to get all whiny about the trauma of it all but I must admit we've been enjoying some crazy sweet weather - it's seriously almost 80 every day around here. We've taken our three kids to the beach a few times, too, and it's packed. Everybody lines up for a chance at blistering nose, I guess. As long as it doesn't involve me and a shark, I'm there.

Anyway, I'm back. I just thought you'd want to know that. One of these days, ANY one of these days, I'm going to wake up with a HILARIOUS thought in my little head and bang it out here on the Blog of Bex - just like the good old days.

Hope to hear from y'all soon! (And yes, now that I've left Atlanta I try to fit the word "y'all" into every possible conversation.)

Bex, OUT

Comments

Glad you got to get away for a bit, and we'll wait anxiously for your future words, k?
Anonymous said…
Paleface Europeans stole Florida from Chief's ancestors. But hey, glad you are posting again.
Anonymous said…
I want to wish you a Happy New Year, even though you don't need it. With the family together again, hubs working, beautiful weather...2009 is going to be a great year for you, no doubt! Really glad you're back though. I get cranky when I go a long time without Bex.
Paige said…
So glad you are back---missed your funnies

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