1. Yes, I’m going on vacation. Don’t break into my house. But, if you do break into my house, the jewels are stored in the litter box. The scooper is to the right of the box along with the bags. You might have to dig for a while to get to the actual jewels. Just be patient, thieves, and keep scooping. On your way to your getaway car, please deposit the cat poop in the trashcan on the way out. The cats are also very valuable, by the way. VERY valuable.
2. You may have noticed that I’ve been late posting the last few Cookbook Fridays. I had good reasons for this, including a trip to the Emergency Room as well as a bout of immense laziness. I tried to go in and change the dates, but it turns out that blogs have an honest streak. You can lie about anything you want in the whole wide world except the date.
So, from now on, Cookbook Fridays should be loosely interpreted as Cookbook At Some Point Over the Course of the Weekend If You're Lucky. Except this weekend because I’m on vacation. Next weekend, too.
3. I may or may not post about other things while on vacation. Where I’m going, which isn’t far, the fish is very good. I will try to abstain, though, since it’s supposed to be a vacation. I’ll have to bring booze to help with the withdrawal symptoms, since blogs are like crack for writers. It will also help to ease the sting as my blog stats plummet to a low not seen since Month 1.
Later! (Cue The Breakfast Club theme song.)