If you are wondering where I have been the last batch of days, I am here to tell you that I've probably been marathon-watching unhealthy amounts of outrageously 1990's Allie McBeal episodes, whippin' up some bread and butter pickles, shopping the very much picked over Nordstrom Anniversary sale, and/or annoying my sag-bellied cat. You guessed it, the sweet little twirp for whom I care on the daily has ditched me for beachy places. His vacation means my vacation, and boy, I sure needed it after a very long last week. Saturday and Sunday could have done no wrong, and they didn't. The rest is history.