Sadly it's not because of Hurricane Kyle...he decided the open Atlantic Ocean was better suited than the coast of Maine. I'm disappointed! I broke out the big candles, made cookies and cherry pie and then nothing happened! Hell, my bedroom fan is generating more air in the state of Maine than that old blowhard, Kyle.
Of course, now that I've gone and said that, we'll get a hellacious Nor'easter that will tear the shit out of everything and I'll be bitching about that for a month of Sundays.
OK, so I'm assuming you're all wanting to know what's up with all the broken glass? In order to find out, you'll have to take a short trip over to Immoral Matriarch, who graciously asked me to guest post for her whilst she takes a bit of a break from the blogosphere, to find out.
Go one now...there's nothing left to see around here! I've cleaned up the Little Imp, no more Little Miss Marker (until the next time), and we ate all the cookies and there's a sliver of cherry pie left, but I am planning on having that damn fine cherry pie for breakfast. Oh and whilst you're over there, leave a comment would ya? I mean, take a little pity on a girl...after all, I just got stood up by a hurricane and my ego is feeling a tad deflated!
