Id tell the story of the red spider up inside my nose (a gross story indeed, even with the funny part) but no one comes here; it'd be a waste of my finely prefected hunting and pecking typing method I've perfected finely, so to speak.
nor do I need to mention the major tool purchases or the slam-dunk work Ive done 'round here of late--it'd just unnecessarily erode my wonderful writing, so to speak.
as is the case, Ill post this thinly veiled guilt-trip entry and check for comments twice a day for the next few days instead.
and during this entire post, I'll say nary a thang, so to speak.