When I twitter (as my professional self) the nonsense bubbles to the surface more than occasionally, and - unsurprisingly - it confuses people. Heck, it confuses me fifteen sixteenths of the time.
And so, I find myself back here.
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What, you object to me swanning back in here as if I owned the place, and starting back up again as if I'd never left? But you see, I like swanning. It suits my gangly, unco-ordinated nature.
Here's my concession: an update on the last six months, if you will. It's going to be very thorough, so hold on to your hats.
These two are slowly growing into themselves, and
This one can fly. It's pretty convenient.
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Here at The Mrs, I can write all the nonsense I want, because the only people who still get posts in their feed reader or inbox are either A) devoted friends, B) people who are too lazy to delete empty feeds, or C) lovers of nonsense.
It's a win for everyone.
