"F'n Fingers Broke?", Part Deux.

Yes, I got yet another "message" from Efen. I'm not sure what it meant, other than possibly "Get off your ass and update your blog, bitch." God, what a sweet talker he is! Drips with honey, I tell ya.

So another week has passed, and I'm not even going to go into all that crybaby "I'm so busy" bullshit with you people yet again. Y'all know the drill. I see that I haven't picked up any new followers, although I'm not sure why there's not more of a demand to subscribe to this high-speed blog. I update very nearly once a week now, so I can understand why it would be hard for people to keep up. Quite honestly, I don't understand why I haven't LOST followers, unless it's just curiosity and they want to find out whether or not my disappearing, hooker-heeled, meth-scarred body was discovered in a dumpster behind the K-Mart. (Geez, that was weird. And just to answer the question, it's a definite "not yet".)

Work has been really busy...blah blah blah...*see previous post*...blah blah blah....oh, but I did find out that I won't have to make the long drive to Staunton just yet. I'll be sticking with 2 stores within a 90 minute drive, at least for a few months. And I'm still trying to hire someone part-time, so if you're in my general vicinity and need or know someone who needs a part-time job, give a girl a holla. (Ron, I already told you...it's just way too long of a commute. But thanks!)

I'm so ready for vacation. My beloved Mimi and I are planning our annual May beach trip. We were thinking about a cruise, and may still do one later in the year. Quite honestly, I am looking forward to a solid week of just rest and relaxation by the ocean. We sleep and read and drink and soak up the sun and shop and go out for dinner every night and don't follow a schedule whatsoever. It's heavenly, and I cannot wait! We always have the best time and come home feeling truly like we've had a great vacation, rather than being exhausted because we felt like we had to pack in a bunch of "fun". We're going to take a day and drive over to Charleston SC and scope out where we might want to stay on our next trip....I love Charleston, and we always say we're going to go, and we never do. This time, for sure...it's simply a beautiful city, vibrant yet relaxing, and I love to daydream about living there.




Seriously, I need a pink waterfront mansion, y'all.


Lola and I are going to go curl up in bed and not watch the Oscars. (Why? The red carpet is over already, and Perez Hilton and People Magazine will have all the must-know info. (Surely there is a Jacques Pepin cooking show on somewhere...he's my current old French chef crush. My current not-so-old-French chef crush, Eric Ripert, doesn't have a show of his own. But he totally should. ZEXY!)

Peace out, bitches.