Remember when I said I’d be posting new stories as soon as I healed from my recent surgery? Yeah, me too. I healed like a boss and am all better from the surgery, but. . . .
Walking back from my mail box (no more than 25 yards from the front door) one of the muscles behind my right knee ripped. Spontaneously ripped. Boom!
It is fair to surmise that I am no longer a person whose warranty has merely expired, I am now on the urgent recall list. I am the human equivalent of a Chevy Aveo. I am in a wheelchair, hopefully for no more than three weeks.
So, I ask your continued patience. When I return, I promise it will be with all the wit, wisdom, and snark you’ve come to expect from me. The new post will be so compelling, it will be the literary equal to a neon sign flashing “LIVE NUDE GIRLS!” I’ve always wondered why the word “LIVE” was necessary. Be back soon. Two drink minimum.
Less Than Ladylike 