You laugh at my lame jokes, you guide me through my crises (both small and large), you commiserate, you teach, and sometimes, you are simply there. And that's where I have fallen down on the job over the last few days.
And I have no good excuse! Now, if I had been on a cruise, like a certain someone we all know, or tending to the hearts of grieving friends, like someone else that hob nobs with our little gang, then I might not feel so bad.
I not only feel bad for not being here for you, I feel bad for me because I have probably missed out on some raucous tales, some inside jokes, some killer recipes and lots and lots of laughs. I know you are there, just waiting to pick up where we left off (or hoping that I have forgotten all about my little "Panic Attack" series), and that makes me happy.
Ok, then! Let's get on with it! I've got a hair dilemma that needs your immediate attention. Details in the A.M.