Excuses, excuses
Sorry for the paucity of posts the last couple of days, kids. Uncle Swan's a mite under the weather. We'll keep drowning him in Ny-Quil (aka Skid Row Schnapps) and hot oatmeal, and hopefully we can chain him to the keyboard again by tomorrow.
While Uncle Swan's down for the count, you kids better be good, or Nick Fury will come to your house and punch your lights out.
While Uncle Swan's down for the count, you kids better be good, or Nick Fury will come to your house and punch your lights out.
SwanShadow was randomly pounding the keyboard at 10:56 AM
2 insisted on sticking two cents in:
Hope you're back up and running soon. It's not the same when you're gone!
I've missed reading a few of the posts you haven't made. Can I relate? I've been a mite under the weather and MIA here on the opposite coast, though not from a bug, virus or sniffles. It's called burning the candles @ both ends for way too long. Time to pay the piper as they say. I agree w/Linda; it's not the same w/out you!
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