Hallooooo! I'm switching over to a cleaner slate. All the old stuff is still here. All 500 posts worth! But now it's under a new address: unbaggingthecatsone.blogspot.com
Clever, huh? I'm so creative with names and such. So if you have a hankerin' to delve into the past, read some comment responses, chart the progress of my madness from this blog's inception...that's where to go. It will take me a few days to get my blogroll updated. So bear with me. I'd have put up some cones and bright orange signs warning of the rough patch, but folks here in Backroads have a habit of absconding with such loot.
The only issue in my relocation seems to be that my followers have disappeared! I've given you the slip. Slogged through the creek to throw off the scent. Darted around a corner and waited for you to run by. Cut the lights and coasted behind a copse of lilacs. Brushed out my tracks with a weeping willow branch. So if it's not too much trouble, and you actually pop in here to visit on occasion, could you please re-follow? "Don't cost nothin'," says Bluto Blutarsky.
Nothing else is changing. It will be business as usual. Val whining about the multitude of ways in which the world conspires against her. And every now and then, perhaps, a success story about a Val story. Keep your fingers crossed on that one.
Ahh. Smell that? No! It's not the road skunk/dead mouse odor from yesterday's mistreatment of Val at the hands of the postmistress. It's that new-blog smell! Or maybe that's just the formaldehyde outgassing after I unrolled this new blog. Watch your step. I still have those cardboard runners down for the high-traffic areas.
This move has been surprisingly simple. All my utilities transferred over. Now I just need to hang the artwork and unload the moving van full of sidebar. I might just throw myself a blogwarming party when I get everything squared away.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to lock up. I'm dashing off to lay in a supply of Doan's Pills. You know. Just in case I throw out my back with the heavy lifting.