I have not fallen off the planet. I haven't been in a horrible accident and lost all my limbs. I haven't been abducted by aliens. I haven't been hacked to pieces by
Slasher Norm. I did, however, fall down the stairs taking out the recycling and twist my foot. Yes, that purple and yellow swollen thingie is my foot. Or what's left of it. And no, my toes aren't dirty, they are bruised. There is a difference.
However, that isn't why I haven't been blogging or tweeting or picture taking. The reason for that is much more believable. See, I've been on this undiscovered, uninhabited island. You have probably never heard of it. It's called Analog Isle. I went out on this 3 hour boat trip with an old professor of mine known as
Doc, a silly little country girl named
Ali, a glamorous star named
Gretchen, a goofy old couple named
Otie and
BlueViolet. My sea-worthy captain was none other than
CBT, and his helper was
Coffeypot. Well the captain and his mate must have been telling silly jokes or something because we got way off course. Next thing I knew we were being tossed all around in a hurricane. We finally came ashore on this island. It took us 26 days to get off the island. Really. That's why my last post was April 1st. I couldn't take any pictures of the beautiful sights because my camera battery died. And of course I couldn't tweet.
Now that I'm finally home I hope to get reacquainted with all of you. Thanks for sticking around. One of the best parts? I actually gained a follower! You all totally rock. I also got a couple more tweeps following me too, so I'll try to say something witty and intelligent.
Cheers!
