We're home y'all, but I think I might have left something behind.
Due to extreme power laughing/talking the past two weeks, while
holding court yakking it up at my conference table at the Greatest Show On Dirt, I find myself temporarily experiencing a loss for words...and my voice.
That's right folks...the world's biggest ol' gas-bag is running on empty.
Silence may be golden...but y'all know me...not for long! That drawl of mine is bound to find it's way back to the Casita de Trash any day now.
Wouldn't it be a hoot if it came back with a PNW accent instead...or even a French one?
Ooh la la...zee tales I have to tell!