Stampy asks “where are you Hänni?” In answer, I’ve been here and there, but mostly there. I’ve gone from the land of flip flops to the land of long johns, and now it’s back to the flops. I’ve gone from drinking ice cold evian to swigging steaming hot soymilk, and today I’ve got a lukewarm cholorophyll-rich green drink in front of me.
I am tired. I am cranky. I have really bad hair.
But I’m back… and I’ve got some really great stories.
Sad thing is, they’ll have to wait. I’ve got some grocerys to buy (my kittinks are starvink) and a wedding to attend this evening (can’t wait to wear my new cheetah print shift). If things go well, you won’t hear from me tonight - mostly because I’ll be dancing the Macarena til my feet blister, buzzed off enough free booze that I won’t even feel the tortured tootsies.
I’d leave you with a teaser - a pic to pass the time - but Angelface took my camera. He’s in Houston. Probably eating barbecue. Maybe learning to line dance. I don’t know what all they do there -I don’t mess with Texas.
And with that, I must bid you adieu. I’ve missed you all so very much dear hannihaus readers. I promise - scouts honor (and I was a girlscout for an embarrasingly long time) - the next time I write, it will be “ret ‘art’ ed” just like you and Stampy like it.
Cheers kids! Join my map?