There goes the neighborhood

For some reason(s) most folks don't trust me with the keys to their blogs.

Whilst Sadie was out visitating with folks at the Casa De Feisty she let me hold on to a set of the keys. Now I know y'all are thinkin' what the hell'd she do that for? And I wished I had the answer, one of life's great mysteries it is.

But y'all should be happy. Otherwise you'd not been able to read: a Beaverlicous Interview, nor would you be able to learn everything you never wanted to know about Beavering and well, lets just skip this post, where I followed the advice set for by Our Maximum Leader, The Straight White Guy and the Velocidude.

I think the Barenaked Ladies said it best with:
Would you please ignore that you found me on the floor trying on your camisole