Dear Friends, Family, Fellow Bloggers, Freaders [Readers, but I goin’ so good with the F, I might as well continue],
I feelin’ too shame.
I got a pile of emails that I ain’t reply to as yet, some months old.
When you see me taking so long to reply, please, please, I begging you, don’t think that I snubbing you. I ain’t the snobby type. I might be mischievous like schoolboy, vulgah like market-vendor, prim like Ms. Prissy, impatient like mini-bus driver [well, almost, as nooooobaddy can be impatient like them]...but I ain’t the snobby type, no way Hozay. People matter too much to me. As Cousin Lis say, she does get high on people. Same with me.
I take a year and a day to reply because I got so many beads on me platter to string, purses to sew, wall hangings to embroider, house to clean, junk to throw out [yesterday I throw away ten bags of t’ings]; market to go to, sometimes lunch to cook, salad to make and wares to wash; mother to try and boss but she does ignore me because she think she is the Boss, Annie to share ideas with over the phone, and Val too, oh shucks, I ain’t call Val in a good while; I got a very slow dial-up connection to the net plus I got manuscript to print on a printer that got willing spirit but weak body, I think I can, I think I can the po’ thing go.
Truth to tell, I try really hard to contact you all via ESP but everybody ignoring me.