I knew you would show up. You just can’t stay away can you? It’s like something that’s addictive, but it really isn’t, it’s just something you like to do.
So you are here.
I am glad you are.
I’m not here:
Going Like Sixty was horribly burned and died in a fiery plane crash some where near Plains, Georgia today.
His remains will be among the peanuts for eternity. He had two nuts and was totally nuts, so remaining family members felt this was appropriate. He was going to be cremated anyway and the beneficiaries of his vast estate didn’t want to waste the money.
- If I didn’t die, I am making renewing this offer to fellow bloggers as my Thanksgiving:
Leave me a comment, and I’ll provide three ideas tailored especially to your blog and your writing style.
UPDATE: I am alive and well. Please hit me with your ideas. Give me 24 hours or so? OK.