That's the latest email I got from LeeAnn, who writes from a secret location where she is a victim of forced labor. However she is only being held hostage by the fringe benefits of pampering and sawmill gravy so how bad can moving furniture be? She's mostly out of contact and I suspect she's enjoying it way too much.
Seems there's a plethora of anti-social behavior out in the blogs:
The Hippie Cops are coming for Sheri. She has touched the third rail of corporate branding offense: mockery. So if we don't hear from her, I'll suspect she's shopping a lawyer. Or being roughed up by nancy-boys in their khakis and crocs. Hey, if the Mormons can find her house behind all the privacy hedges, I'm sure the patchoulie patrol can, too.
Laura is planning on a restraining order from George Clooney's lawyer. Hilarity or habeas corpus --or maybe both-- are in play.
Jean is just plain breakin' bad. Rules are for fools and Jean is tired of both.
Froth is toeing the line of domestic tranquility by outing Mr. Froth's sesame seedy past.
The Trooper's Gal is reveling in non-conformity. She's definitely not a joiner. It's a Texas thing?
Daphne is under the influence of too-many-idiots-so-little-time syndrome, but as she also is from Texas (almost seeing a pattern here). Her antipathy is well-aimed at the Pacific Northwest.
Go click 'em or don't. As if I care.