Holy Snapping Duck Do! I just returned from my daily swim on the beautiful Fijian beach and realized I have not updated this since people stopped clapping and Tinkerbell died. You would not believe how hard it is being waited on hand and foot and generally lounging around. I hope they bring chocolate!
I am flat out like a lizard drinking with keeping up with my favorite daytime soaps, being distracted by the shiny, just generally being a biatch to the bodyguards of the blogger I am stalking. My day seems to involve the authorities from the second I am woken by murderous Teletubbies to I run out of alcohol. I am quite the socialite. Deal with it.
I will try to remember I promised you to send a missive out on the wire, post-haste. No, really! Unless of course the pool with the cocktail bar is heated!