Monday, January 05, 2009

My Absence

My muse has run away. I hope to be able to write again without him, but I don't know.

He was actually my personal cabana boy and I relied upon him to bring me fruity adult beverages with little tiny umbrellas. Those drinky-poos and his handsome visage caused the words to flow like coconut-scented tanning oil.

Right now I am just grieving the loss.

I just know the asshole is some place warm not even giving me a second thought.

Serves me right for hiring on looks.

14 Deserve Mamma's Love:

Erika Jurney said...

I was thinking about you the other day -- come back!

Neil said...

Oh, come on, surely in these hard economic times you can find yourself another cabana boy.

Becky said...

Well, he's not here. Why? Cuz it certainly ain't warm where I am. Get yourself a Winter Wonderland muse ... he wears ski boots (and not much else). He'll bring you mulled wine or a hot toddy.

Aimee Greeblemonkey said...

hey you. happy new year!

JILLIAN BANDES said...

Who needs cabana boys, anyway?

Beth said...

If you find your muse, ask him if he's seen mine.
(Maybe we were supposed to pay them???)

K said...

I think your cabana boy ran off with mine too! GAH! What good is a hot young tanned cabana boy if he runs off all the time?

flutter said...

Muse schmuse, get in your car and find him!

Ella said...

is there like a muse manager you can complain to?

Oh, The Joys said...

All in good time.

PFunky said...

I need to get me one of those!

Deb on the Rocks said...

He thinks about you, often. I just won't let him near the laptop.

Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah said...

Twitter has taken him from you.

*ducks*

DC Urban Dad said...

He was smart to duck out. It's cold and wet here.