Yeah, I know that I haven't been posting much here. I have been busy and absorbed in bullpuckey.
But lately stuff has been weird. So I am posting.
You might have noticed this about me. But my stuff? It tends to bugger off. Go on walkabout. Piss off. Leave me.
Why? Apparently my stuff feels that I am not cool enough or it likes to be beaten up so it knows that it is loved. Cause, I will tell you I was much easier on my stuff than its new masters....
And by new masters, I presume it my stuff has left my employ without notice to hang with my much younger and much cooler daughters. The downside? Well, they are going to leave you dirty and stained with eyeliner and a foundation that belongs to a bi-racial woman and not my pale Irish-German-French lasses on the floor of an unkempt bathroom. When you return to me, you will be a dingy shadow of your former self and they will have moved on to newer, cleaner towel. Maybe one bought by their grandfather for his new girlfriend for their holiday visit.
So, my new fluffy towel? Return to your peg. Come back to me. I am offering you a long term relationship based on respect and admiration. I won't abuse you and call it love.
Your place is waiting for you....