Not to gloat mind you, but I've acquired a title.
Her Most Serene Highness Lady Jafabrit the Kind of Greater Sodbury,
in her most serene,
ever-so-abundant Sodburian manner,
has introduced me to:
Lady Fortune the Absurd of Greater Internetshire.
Lady Fortune proceeded
to inform me:
My Peculiar Aristocratic Title was just the teeniest mouse-click away.
Child's play. Easy as blasphemy.
Henceforth let it be known:
My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Entirely Miss Reverend Lady San the Nefarious of New Invention
Rather fitting, wouldn't you say?
In celebration of our long-in-coming, richly deserved status as noblepersons, Bennie and I--oh yes, how could I forget? Bennie, he got a title too! Henceforth my spouse will be known as:
His Noble Excellency Bennie the Bloody of Praze-an-Beeble.
OK, where was I? Oh yeah, Thursday morning, we're departing for 10 days in THE YUCATAN! We'll be unplugged. No gallery. No email. No blogging (which actually makes me kinda sad). No spreadsheets. No invoices (although we hope that Karen, who will be minding the gallery in our absence, will be writing plenty of those.) No howling winter winds. No dust devils parading their wicked selves up the road. No treacherous ice in the parking lot.
With any luck at all, a week from today we will be:
Drinking in the lush greenness of it all.
Is that a pitcher of margaritas I see before my eyes?
Frolicking in the languorous, azure--don't you just love that word?-- azure, sun-kissed waters of the Caribbean.
Perusing the erstwhile Mayan hang-outs.
In the meantime, wanna title of your own? Well, by all means, lords and ladies, earls and earlets, ocelots of Camelot--Lady Fortune has a lot! Lay claim!
Our Lady of Greater Internetshire is dispensing them by the merdeload, yours for the clicking:
Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title