Remember when I mentioned a few days ago that I might be uninvited, or disinvited, or whatever, to the cottage? Sure you do.
Well, it has come to pass. Patricia is going to stay at the cottage for several more days, and it was decided that she would rather have that time up there to her and Cindy. Girls only.
This means that Newbie and I are on our own this weekend. I almost certainly will stay here to do stuff at home that has been sorely neglected as of late. Just think of one or two things you need to do around your own place. All 4.7 of you come up with 2 items. If I take all those items, and assuming they're not duplicated, it would be a good beginning to what I have to do around here. I will probably stay pretty close to home this weekend. But I will take the time to think about you and to keep my hair looking as long and luxuriant as you and I expect. It does take work, folks. It didn't just come this way.
I will go break the news to Newbie that we aren't going to the cottage after all. He will be inconsolable. He may attempt to harm himself. He may seek surcease of sorrow by overdosing on catnip. I may even join him in an effort to allay the rain of tears sure to fall from my eyes as the reality of the situation sinks in.
Perhaps some women reading this could see fit to send me a message to cheer Newbie and me up. That would be very nice. Especially if you told me what you were wearing when you sent the message. It would be very helpful and aid me in bringing your note into its proper context.
Of course, I may seek solace in the bottle. The bottle of ketchup in the fridge to be more exact. It is good when you squirt some on a cloth and huff it. Really gets my mind off things.
Ladies, get your typing fingers ready. Send me some love.
See you tomorrow, assuming I make it through the night.