I'm sure that in the last week there were plenty of nights when you hugged your non-goose feather pillow to your chest and cried out in despair,"OMG where did GiGi and her blog go?" All the Valium and Valerian root in the world is no substitute for GiGi's blog! I can't sleep without that Veganville bloggy."
I would never abandon you, you noodle brained insomniac. But believe you me I had some real issues. My computer crashed this week. I considered writing a blog to you in longhand. But since I write in all capitals you would have mistaken my blog for a ransom note, and as it is you have a tough time sleeping. If my mass murderer penmanship was not bad enough I scalded my right wrist with miso soup. A handwritten epistle bloggy was no longer an option. I didn't have enough postage stamps to snail mail all my fans, anyway. I don't know about you, but quite frankly I've given the P.O. enough scheckles over the years. I think the U.S. P.O. should give me lots of free mugs,stamps, and teddy bear and balloon envelopes, especially since pictures of my face grace most of the US PO's headquarters. Better yet, I think there should be a GiGi forty-seven cent stamp. Self adhesive of course. Scotch tape is a nuisance. See ya later. I'll bring a recipe.