So I'm sure all 14 of you have noticed that I have been a tad quiet the past week or two and I can tell you it is not that I am suffering from my bouts with writers (oh and that is with these " " jobies) block. No I am just wondering what it is going to take to get you folks that read and never talk to me to...talk to me.
I've tried it all; shared my stories, my bits of knowledge about French wine, bore my soul...shared my tears and joy. Hell I even wrote you all naughty letters and still....silent. I'm naked here kids, pounding away on my crusty little laptop trying my best to entertain you and I see you visiting, notice when you stop by but you look upon my nakedness and walk away without so much as a word.....sigh.
So I've decided to go on strike. You shall not hear (um, read) a single peep from me until at least one of you, (Connecticut I'm looking at you) quiet kids says something. Doesn't have to be here, if you go to my profile there is a way to email and no one will ever know....but just know that when I sit up until 3:00 AM bearing myself and you just look and walk away...well it gives this already neurotic chunky girl even bigger issues.
So there you have it regular readers, if I don't return, if I go by way of my beloved HoseMaster of Wine, (damn I miss him) then you know who to blame.
So there. Humpf That or I've been on deadline for my real job and simply have not had time to post.... One of those two reasons is why I have been missing in action.