Well, well, well. You thought you were well rid of me. Kicking dirt on my shallow grave and having a swig of rum to celebrate the end of the thorn in your side.
But I clawed my way back! And just in time for Halloween.
I think my phone took a hit from one of Pirate Lady's errant cannon balls which were intended for Simon. Because suddenly it was lights out.
And once I rose from the cyber wreckage I was greeted with this:
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Along with being shut out of my Tnet account, I could not access the email associated with the account. So no way to recover my password. Furthermore, my sister-in-law and some of my other relatives chose this time of chaos to get back into some FB drama with each other over a misunderstood private message. None of this involved me. So now a feud is ongoing.
I am looking for a new family on Craigslist.
Anyway...where is Booty Island? Or am I thinking of the wrong booty.
I did sort of keep up with stuff. To my horror I discovered Simon and Pirate Lady actually consume candy corn. They do not know that no one eats candy corn. There was one huge batch produced in 1900 or so, and every year after Halloween was over, the candy corn was gathered up, and re-packaged for next year. Obviously they wash it first.l
I also checked on Pirate Lady's she-shed progress, which Tom is building for her.
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Anyway, I missed everyone! I'll explain what might have gone wrong besides a cannon ball later