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Hey, I’m Seeing Results Already! Wait, Scratch That…

Well, this isn’t quite what I had planned.

Man, I move away from Blogger, and all of a sudden Natalie doesn’t wanna mind my bidness any more. Now she’s got a new set of drawers to poke her nose into, belonging to the Yarn Whore.

(And really, I suppose I can’t blame her. A site with ‘yarn’ and ‘whore’ in the name? That’s unbeatable! *sigh*)

Anyway, I hope it wasn’t my little migration that caused my bidness to be waved off.

(As opposed to waved around, which is what I usually do with my ‘bidness’… but I think we’re treading in icy waters if we go there, folks.

And no, ‘icy waters’ does not imply that there’s any sort of shrinkage of my bidness going on. Step away from the euphemism, people. Step away!)

But we can still be friends, can’t we, Natalie? You’ll still drop by sometimes, right? And I can still come to your site, and sit for hours trying to figure out what the hell that little silver thing is in the foreground of your picture. Seriously, the camera was way back here somewhere; it had to be! So what the hell was that thing in front of you, and why were you staring at it when the picture was taken? I’m going nuts here — every time I see that shot, I lift up in my chair a couple of inches, trying to peer down over the bottom lip of the border to see what’s down there.

(Okay, okay, so when I say it that way, it sounds all cheap and perverty. You people know what I mean, dammit!)

Anyway, I just wanted to give a shoutout to Natalie, for minding my bidness for as long as she did. I do appreciate the attention, and god knows somebody needs to keep an eye on my bidness. No telling what sort of trouble I’ll get myself into with my bidness unchecked and flailing around all willy-nilly. (Yeah, it’s getting perverty again, isn’t it? I think I’d better wrap this up.)

So, go have a look at what Natalie is up to. Meanwhile, I suppose I’ll have to gather up my bidness and get it under control here on the new site all by my lonesome. I suppose I’d sort of gotten used to the help — having a ‘bidness partner’, if you will. Now it’s just sort of lonely around here, and cold. Drafty. And I’m hungry. And… hey, whose pants are these, anyway?

Sheesh. I’m in worse shape than I thought. I think I need a hug.