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So I need to let you all on at least one big fat secret, and tempt you all with one more secret that cannot be fully disclosed just yet - in time, just wait - I promise to tell you all when the time is right as it will be a juicy one.

Anyways, the big big secret is that I can disclose today is that I was on vacation for the past week!

Yes, yes, I know.  It’s the shocker of the summer that will be felt for weeks to come, and quite possibly… forever…

See, the Cheese and I went down to her wonderful friend G’s splendid home well South of the Mason-Dixon line in North Carolina for some much needed R & R.  I somehow managed to drive all the way down to the North Carolina border with Cheese as navagater, and some really amazing things happened to me along the way.  I picked up a slight twang in my speech, I lost any and all positive considerations toward social programs for minorities, as well as my picking up a raging smoking habit too.  Those cigarettes were just too low cost and cool looking to pass up.

Some of you may have noticed differences about this past weeks postings.  Such as beehivehairdresser.com post counts having gone down to roughly only one per day, my mysterious way of not being at the blogger happy hour last week, and my lacking of responses to any and all comments.  If you did notice these things, then my friend you are almost as amazing as I am - almost. 

This lacking of my ability or rather my lacking desire to respond to comments while vacating turned out to be a good thing, since I seemed to have offended some people with some of my bottled posts that I had written while in a cranky hangover mood prior to my vacating, and let me just say that for the record I did write that Harry Potter post out of pure ignorance, and it was so worth every letter of it.

When I finally get all of the photos uploaded and whatnot, I’ll be able to start posting some of the stories from the trip, but for now, just know that my first trip to the South where the “Good Ole’ Boys” live sure has opened my eyes to a part of America that I thought I would never enjoy, and found that I really liked it down there.  Plus seeing the South really only solidified my previous thoughts of Yakov Smirnov being a genius, because he couldn’t have said it better when he said, “America!  What a country…”