En Ville

Well friends, it certainly has been a while....22 months give or take a week, but the thing to keep in mind is that I have indeed returned and the monotony of your day is about to end. For those of my readership not familiar with today's title, EV is a rather snooty and pretentious inscription used by the obscenely rich to notate the end of personal posts such as thank you cards and invitations. It stands for "en ville", which translates to "in town". Thus when your billionaire buddies invite you to a swanky soiree on the upper east side you will be saved the embarassment of asking "wtf does that mean?" as an aside to your RSVP.

Please note I am neither obscenely rich nor do I count myself pretentious...although if you see signs of either occurring be sure to let me know.

Moving on......

I deeply regret to say that my absence from blogging has eliminated a most amusing chapter in my life to which I may retroactively pay tribute on occasion. My pet hamster, Hockety Pockety, was a darling cream colored rodent with very large testicles that he was forced to drag around Atlas-like for the duration of his adult life. Sadly he passed away this past winter. Many an amusing anecdote have I neglected to share with you all so, on slow days, you can expect to read about the life and times of my 'lil HP. Most regrettably HP's replacement is a large, twitchy and biting rat whom I have dubbed Mr. Pickles, although Satan might be a better name. Anyone with advice on taming rats please write post-haste.