Now, if you can just

Now, if you can just imagine Issac Hayes' voice coming at you with that
thar title, we'll all be on the same page.
Had a great weekend in Omaha. I had the details all written out, went
to post it and poof!
blogger had some sort of internal server error and my post disappeared.
Hell if I know what the problem is but I'll be damed if I'm going to
type that whole thing all out again. Pffft. Can't be bothered. Seems as
if I missed some good stuff over the weekend, namely the opportunity to
bash that skank-extraordinaire Washingtonienne. Damn. I leave town for
one flippin' weekend and all this good stuff happens. It's just not
fair. So, even though this story has cycled through completely, I might
muster up something later in the day, because you know, its not
everyday you get to bash a skank so I really shouldn't let the
opportunity go to waste, right? Skank bashing aside for the moment, I
need to inform you all that the Butcher's Shop has FINALLY moved! The
little bastards. {grumble, groan} How dare they force me to upgrade my
links and bookmarks. They're just creating more work for ME in their efforts to hang out with the cool kids.
It's such a phony little social climbing ploy that I suspect, in the
nature of all good dramas, will have a nice little backlash moment
wherein they will regret their departure from blogspot. At least one
can hope. Anyway, the meat cases have been upgraded, expanded and
relocated to this spot on
that vast wasteland of the mind called the internet.
Blogging will continue later on this afternoon. I have four HUGE bags
full of homegrown tomatoes, fresh from the parentals' garden, that need
to be converted into sauce for freezing.