Her name was Noreen.

Even though I’m surly today, this article about the pain and joy of the Christmas season put a smile on my face. My joy, age 8: getting a Cabbage Patch kid and therefore gaining admittance to Carrie Van Hoosier’s “Cabbage Patch Club” (the little bitch had eight of ’em). My pain: mine had glasses. I know Mom was trying to make me feel good about myself and all, but I just felt like a big nerd who had a big nerd of a doll. I still got in the damn club though.

GAHHHH

ARGH! After that whole friggin’ apology, I find out that the site’s damn FTP server is down! GRRR. I’ll blog anyway and upload everything if/when it comes up.

Sorry!

Okay, okay. I know I haven’t posted in FOREVER. I know that the website is horribly OUT-OF-DATE. And I know that the Blog Archive is completely BUGGERED. I’m sorry! Following the whirlwind trek to the Weasel Reunion, I had to haul ass here to get ready for my sister’s long-awaited London visit. So I’ve been on holiday for a week, and now that I’m back at work I’ve had tons of crap to do. BUT… Hopefully today I’ll be able to do some work on this stuff. I’ll try. You’ll see. 🙂