Oh SINSULL, I just love that song by Frankie ;-)

To tell the truth, I'm torn between the ticklin' of my heart cockles with y'all missing me, and my Irish guilty conscience for neglecting all my darlin' Challenge!rs . . . But, please be patient with your Gaelic Goddess in absentia -- she's still having to deal with a torn up 'east wing', an $8,500 plumbers' bill (that does not include the replacement of three rooms' worth of flooring), an insurance adjuster who just showed up this morning, AND the lovely, distinct, and oh-so-soucant sewer smell in her office (in which she is now sitting to type this message . . . while holding her breath and slowly turning a brilliant (!) shade of blue -- which happens to clash mightily with her hair) . . .

TGG's Dear Hubby has promised to apply several bottles of Lysol to the effected office carpet on the morrow, thus freeing herself's sinuses and lungs from distress (at least, that's the plan). All appropriate and/or appropos awards will be, shall we say, 'discharged' over the weekend, and another Challenge! put forth for TGG's faithful followers . . .

Until then, please accept your ever-lovin' deity's snogs (on all cheeks, of course) and hugs for hanging in there with her through flooding floors, broken pipes, jack hammers and recalcitrant carpetbaggers.

All the best to you all, Áine