Hello, finslippy readers!! Welcome. Come on in and have a seat. Not there, though. Or there. Sorry about the cat hair everywhere — housekeeping isn’t my forte.
So, can I offer you a cookie? How about one of those over there in the right-hand margin. Oh, you meant a real one? Sorry, I’m fresh out. Let me just scoot over here to the fridge to see what I have. Looks like some pepperoni and…a heel of Gruyere. Does that appeal to you? I could defrost some squash from the freezer, if you want? No? You’re sick of squash, too? Ain’t that the truth.
Anyway, when you report back to Alice, could you do me a favor and make me sound a lot cooler than I really am? Because, between you and me, she seems to be slumming it lately for her blogroll, and if she ever realizes it, she might become angered. And I fight like a girl.
So, thanks. (Come again!)