gib-a-bout town

Just in case ya'll have been wondering where I've been, just know that I'm happy as a clam in the arms of my man....


Gib & Big
(dig my collarbone, eh?)
That's right, Claudia. My man-batical is over, and Mr. Big has been ushering me about all the hot spots in New England. What a whirlwind romance! It was almost perfect, until I heard someone heckling us in the back of the restaurant one night at dinner.


Hey, will you tone it down back there?
I'm trying to impress this guy with my charm and my collarbone, for cryin' out loud.

Geez, some people can be SO rude, you know? The heckling continued, and suddenly I realized that the voice was familiar...!


Do you see who I see???
Take a closer look.

Could it be? Was it possible? It was! My friend Sandy had followed us into the restaurant, and was now giving us a few loud, public jibes. All in jest, I'm sure.


Oh, the humanity!
Yep, that's right. Sandy and Big left together. Jest, my ass! I found out later that she lured him with her gorgeous Buffalo Browninski, and promises of a lifetime supply of mittens and socks. What man in his right mind could resist?? Damn that Sandy and her wily, wooly ways! Time for me to get right back on that man-batical wagon....

P.S. Nah, I wasn't really going out with Mr. Big, nor did Sandy have a torrid affair with him, literally tearing him out of my arms. Wait...where was I going with this....oh, yes - Graduation and all the ensuing parties are finally over, and life can now get back to a somewhat normal pace. I've missed you guys.

P.P.S. To she whose life is parallel to mine right now - Marcia, thanks for the emails, sweetie!