Just to prove that I'm still in...
Oui, Monsieur l'Abbé Fromage d'Ennui is paying a long delayed visit to his ethereal confrères.
God, the walls are closing in.
God, the air is getting thin.
Are you there God? It's me, Margaret.
Question: Is "I was channeling Judy Blume" a sufficient excuse to get out of work?
Even when I'm my own boss?
In a manner of speaking?
You know it's getting bad when I'm actually looking forward to Christmas.
The bells, all I hear are the bells!