I’ll stop there as Adele does it just a little better than me – take my word for it. But if you are listening or reading, as is more likely the case, please know: I know those of you who took time and care to leave a comment or a post over the past few, slew months deserve more than a Hello from me.
Quite frankly you deserve a Hello from Adele but as her tour hasn’t reached me yet (among many, many other reasons why) I can’t make that happen. So bear with me as I do the next best thing and find y’all again and return the kindness.
Look at me now! You might want to cover your eyes if you’re easily flustered. There’s no nudity if that’s what you’re fearing or hoping (but thank you whoever you are). No there’s just me in all my blogging glory.
I’m finally ready to unveil the NEW & IMPROVED Chic Prune (though I’m not sure the veil’s ready to drop). It’s so new, in fact, it’s a whole other blog, IndianMacgyver.com.
I say ready but not like ready, ready. More like, “Your suit’s ready Emperor Macgyver.” In other words the blog’s pretty naked right now. If it were a house, the walls would be painted but the rooms would be bare. Bare as in empty, people (sheesh mind gutter much).
Now most emperors would demand you tell them their, ahem, blog looks great. They might also demand you follow them implicitly (even though they mean explicitly). But not me.
First I’m no emperor (if I were man oh man but I digress). Second I’m not going anywhere, keep checking here and I’ll keep dropping links to IndianMacgyver.com. (Here a link, there a link, everywhere a link. Oh Macgyver had a blog 1, 0, 1, 0, 1.)
The only big difference for now is the comments section will be turned off. I’ve got some catching up to do as it is. If you must leave a comment kindly do so at IndianMacgyver.com (you wonderful commenter you!).
Well that’s it for now.
As I said I can’t make you check me out, but you can sneak a peek if you like. 😉
— So tell me, like what you see?
Cara Mia! What kind of creepy Addams Family therapist works there?
– B. Mac’
I swear B. Mac’ said that — hand to keyboard. B. Mac’ swears she saw that sign too* and I believe her. While she can draw and, occasionally, she’s even got a way with words, she really can’t lie.
But, B. Mac makes a good point. Therapy isn’t always the answer. And it’s definitely not the answer when towels, scented candles, & your parents are involved. That, let’s just say, feels counter–productive.
Her question’s good too. That sign says just enough to make you wonder, well maybe too much. C’mon, it takes a certain type of character to mash those two treatments together. A je ne sais quoi quality. Better yet, a Tobias Fünke quality.
So I drove to the office to book a full, half, or quarter hour and get B. Mac her answer (and maybe get the kink in my lower back worked out). Instead I got a happy ending I never saw coming. B. Mac can’t really lie, but I forget she can’t really see either.
While the therapist may be more normal than I imagined, B. Mac’s way stranger than I ever dreamed. Really, what person would ever think to combine family and massage therapy? I’ll tell you who.
“She’s creepy and she’s kooky,
Ridiculous and goofy,
She’s altogether ooky,
She’s myopic B.Mac.”
*I changed the name of the doctor. Speaking of changes, those who read my last post please know I’ll be writing a follow up soon…and thanks for sticking around too!