Peas Out

Ok everyone.

This is it.

Tomorrow is the day.

This is the last "live" post as I have auto posted a little something for you tomorrow.

If by some chance this turns out to be soap opera surgery and I die during the procedure, you guys can divvy up my blog roll, awards and photographs and take what you want.

If I don't die, I should be back in couple weeks.

Thats it.

I'm not going to say anything else because I don't want to cry.

What if I pee on the table under anesthesia.

Does that ever happen?

K, now I'm starting to cry and I don't know if it's because I'm afraid I'm going to pee on the table or I'm sad to say goodbye.

Both.

I'll miss talking to you guys every day and hearing all your stories, thoughts and adventures.

To bad you can't TiVO blogs and have them played back on audio.

Would that be BLiVO?

Ok, I'm going now.

Gawd it's always so hard to say good bye.

Remember in Terms of Endearment when Deborah Winger say's "pull away slow Flap" and he floors it.

I need somebody to floor it for me.

bye.