Mea Culpa

Somewhere between my firm intentions to make a gazillion batches of rumballs for Christmas, and the actual process of getting them made, I suffered a severe disconnect. It's not gonna happen this year, folks. I do apologize. Maybe I can manage Easter rumballs or something. And if you were expecting presents from me, they're gonna be late. I should quit complaining about the Christmas stuff going up in the stores before Halloween, and take it as a sign from God to get my rear in gear.

And I should walk two miles a day in the fresh air, too. Ayup, like that's gonna happen.

Well, I may be a worthless slug, but at least I'm not an over-stressed slug. Hope your weekend is deeelightful!