What Possessed Me

Baby, come back! (Special emotional blackmail edition)

Oh, blog babies, I've been bad. Not only did I completely abandoned you, but I lied. Yes, I lied. And dropped you. Like a bad boyfriend who comes over drunk, knocks you around and screams, "Stella! STELLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAA!" OK, I admit it. I am the Stanley Kowalski of blogdom.

But baby, I can explain. I left my laptop at work on Wednesday and had to drug Fauxhawk so I could use his internet machine (he's still "sleeping"). Then I lost my Blackberry for the eighteen zillionth time and have been rendered a twitching mess. I DO NOT LIKE being this disconnected.

And about the lying - well, some you may have noticed that the Thanksgiving baby hedgehog I tried to pass off on you was a little...mature.

OK! I admit it! It's not a baby hedgehog! I was in a hurry! I had to make an apple crisp and spray paint some gourds gold before Thanksgiving and buy a pumpkin pie! I slipped up - I lost my head!

Does this mean that I love you less?

No. In fact, I love you more than ever.

Does this mean our relationship unhealthy?

Quite possibly. But I promise I won't do it again. And I promise to tell you all about the goings on with Fauxhawk's birthday and Thanksgiving and why I want to be a Somali pirate.

If you love me, you'll come back. Think of the baby animals.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Today is a special day because it's both Thanksgiving AND baby animal day. So I give you this baby Thanksgiving hedgehog for your edification. For last year's Thanksgiving hijinks, click here.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends. I am thankful for so many things, including all of the wonderful bloggers and readers who continue to inspire me.

Much love,
P.

P.S. Thank you all for your birthday wishes for Fauxhawk. He loved them!

Portrait of the Fauxhawk as a Young Man

Happy birthday, baby!

You're all growed up now!

(I think that means it's time to stop burping on me.)

Love you,
P.

P.S. Nice shirt.
P.P.S. Nice Jeffrey Dahmer impression.