I was worried there for a bit. it occurred to me that shortly after dining with the stars otherwise known as f.o.t., she-weasel and B; the three of them nearly simultaneously discontinued blogging.
Of course, you readers were way too polite to mention it. And I was way too paranoid to draw attention to the fact. But I actually did begin wondering ... checking my breath ... watching my step ... sniffing my pits ... and generally becoming more and more self-conscious about the situation.
After all, here were 3 gorgeous women, all talented writers in their own write, sharing a mutual admiration society for all things French ... and then, kind of at the last minute, they invite me to their little summit and afterwards ... poof! presto-change-o! they are all mysteriously afflicted with a case of the au revoirs.
Thankfully, two of them, f.o.t. and she-weasel were recently and miraculously resurrected. Some sort of anti-JNRR serum was administered and the black widow bite swelling apparently reduced enough to bring them back.
Unfortunately, B is still missing in action. She was the tiniest so maybe my venom did her in.