It’s Moving Day!!

Much as I am fond of this site, and drunk as I am right now with regret and gin, and friendly and harmless as giraffes are, and more aggressive than gorillas as chimpanzees are, and cannibalistic as surprising numbers of the animal kingdom are, and afraid as my older son is of being eaten by Venus Flytraps, it is now my duty to inform you, loyal reader gang, that this blog is taking up a new residence! Yes.  New residence.  I am going to keep this blog here so I can look back and fondle my memories but all the new kerfuffle will go down over at the new site.  Am I going to tell you what it is? Well yes! First I am going to tell you about the new website.  It will have, eventually, hopefully next week or month, a front page.  From the front page you can click on the blog, the gallery, and some other stuff that you may or may not care about.  The idea is that it will have additional things for the crafty set in addition to this nonsectarian blog.  That Tom Collins is sure making me thirsty.  I can’t remember right now if I like quinine or not.  I know, it’s not supposed to have tonic water.  Relax, reader!

New site:  http://www.thecuckoobee.com/

That’s it!  Peace out. I don’t know what that means.  Do you? It seems to involve peace so that would be fine.  Bye reader!  Oh one last thing before I go over there and meet you, and there is already an excruciatingly exciting blog waiting there for you, but hold on one second.  The guy who I like to have cut my hair here in Hoboken, and who I can’t have cut it for a variety of political salon reasons, is named Mike.  The first time I went to see him he sent me a thank you note on a postcard.  At the end it was written in cursive something that looked like “Chanks, Mike.”  So I spent a smoldering and frenzied afternoon wondering if this was some new slang.  Mike was pretty hip.  I adopted “Chanks” into my vocabulary, where it still sits on top of my medulla. When my husband came home that evening I showed the note to him and said, in an offhand way, so as not to color his judgement one way or the other, “I wonder why he wrote ‘Chanks’ instead of ‘Thanks?’”  Husband looked at it and said, “It says ‘Thanks.’”  Then I looked at it and it did say Thanks.  It was just that he had written the T to look kind of like a C.  But to this moment I still am constantly, either in my head or out loud, saying to people, Chanks for the membilies.  So, reader, chanks.