Not that I’m anything like George in that I believe I invented the above phrase.  Well, other than the narcissistic paranoia, the inability to accessorize, I’d say that I am nothing like him.  Plus I have more hair AND have more than three friends…I think.
Anyway, I digress.
It seems LIFE has a way of interfering with blogging, HOW DARE IT!  I tried telling Casper to schedule his baseball games later in the summer, asked Drama Diva if she could put off her pre-tween angst until I could finish another series of posts, and of course the patients aren’t cooperating what with dying unexpectedly or leaving the facilities just when they become great blog fodder.

I don’t think it’s that much to ask of the world just to bend to my will.
Apparently I will have to go over everyone’s heads and pull some strings in order to get back on track.  If you see any of the following on the television, remember I told you I know a few people in key positions:

A)  The Pope waving his arms:  this is his sign for all the Catholics to make my life easier so as to blog.
B)  Dubya crinkling his forehead:  this is his non-verbal language to the patriots of America to somehow squelch the non-Tish followers into silence thereby allowing me more time to blog.
C)  Rosie resigns from The View: I tried to tell her it won’t work but she is bound and determined to prove to the viewing public how much the blogworld needs me back.  Her way of protest, I guess.
D)  Prince William breaks it off with some girl:  Don’t call me, QB, about this!  I told lil’ Will to stay with that chickadee but it seems she isn’t a Tish blog fan so what was he supposed to do, he asked me?  The boy has a mind of his own, so we shall see what is next for the future King of England. 

Like I said, I hate to pull the strings that are at my disposal, but something has to give or else what will ever become of the World Universe according to Tish?  I shudder at the thought of what catastrophies would occur, the sheer horror, the unbelievable agony that would have no end….