They keep changing things up on me, Dearies...my chair time, my techs, my needle size, and now the pod in which I sit. I used to be on the opposite side of things overlooking the pond. Now I'm in a far corner overlooking...well...not much.
Hmmmmm. Wonder if it was something I said?
(I'm sure the crashing and upchucking and infiltrating and whatnot hasn't helped matters any, but Geeze Louise...I'm still new at this and am still learning the proverbial ropes!)
As a matter of fact...I think I've been downright damn delightful! I don't fidget, I don't do things I'm not supposed to do, and when I come in here after I've lived my life like a marathon running nun on an organic kale farm I'm pleasant, determined, respectful, and compliant.
Maybe that's the problem.
To get the concierge level upgrade, you need to be a squeaky wheel and demand all sorts of special attention or something.
Not gonna do it. I am perfectly happy to sit here and behave myself because I have a secret weapon that (to my knowledge) nobody else has.
I watch the Flosstube.
And I visit your blogs and respond to your emails and, as the kids say, I "manage my brand".
So Baby can go dance her socks off out there in front of God and everybody. Me and MY peeps will be here in the corner doing our thing.
Ciao for now!