My apologies in advance, gang, but for the next several days, I won't have any time whatsoever to get online and regale you with the seemingly endless supply of nifty gunk that's forever shuffling around inside my brain, looking for a way out!

That's right! I actually I have something I need to do!  Yay! It's called "entertaining an out-of-towner." It's also called man-baiting, and pulling-out-the-stops, and presenting the full arsenal. Frank Sinatra once sang about it and it went like this:

You see a pair of laughing eyes
And suddenly your sighing sighs
You're thinking nothing's wrong
You string along, boy, then snap!
Those eyes, those sighs, they're part of the tender trap
You're hand in hand beneath the trees
And soon there's music in the breeze
You're acting kind of smart, until your heart just goes wap!
Those trees, that breeze, they're part of the tender trap
Some starry night, when her kisses make you tingle
She'll hold you tight, and you'll hate yourself for being single
And all at once it seems so nice
The folks are throwing shoes and rice
You hurry to a spot, that's just a dot on the map
You're hooked, you're cooked, you're caught in the tender trap
 And then you wonder how it all came about
It's too late now there's no gettin' out
You fell in love, and love is the tender trap.

You betcha!! Catch you later, gang! Have a wonderful rest-of-the-week and a killer weekend. Thanks for visiting! See ya!