Blogger is a fickle lover

This we all know to be true....

Why can't we see our posts?

She's right, we can't cry.

And stupid blogger would never allow me to rejoin after I nuked myself off of the old one. I'm happy to be back on a community blog again.
So no crying, no, just more posting.
Little corn chips with flax seed in them are delicious. Go ye out and find some. And then eat them.
And then watch random sitcoms.
You are welcome.

new beginnings

No use crying over spilled milk. If my beloved, long-running blog is indeed gone then there's nothing to do but move on.

And now, to bed with me! It has been an awfully long day, even before this, and I still have to wash Bronte the Shit Roller (going on the third day in a row - it's cow, this time) before myself and all of my furpeople can curl up under the electric blanket.

Nighty-night.