Yee-haw, dogpile in the nuclear fallout shelter!

Darlings, I am as horrified as you by the Evil Spambot that seems to be taking over BEAW. I have tried all I can on my own, and it’s time to call in professionals: priests, the girl from ‘Poltergeist’, Roto-Rooter. I am screwed for now, and without cash for professionals, I’ve decided we need to move for a brief spell over to my special disclosed undisclosed location. This is where they keep the VPs. You probably already figured that out.

Anyway, I sure miss your comments and wisdom, so let’s all dogpile BEAW-style at my emergency digs for a spell, shall we:

GO HERE

That’s

http://breedemandweep.blogspot.com/

AND

http://breedemandweep.blogspot.com uh huh uh huh oh yes she did.com

Confusing? Sure, for you darlins’ who are feelin’ a little low and slow after a lice scare or two. I feel ya. I’m still scratching my head, and it’s not just over the damned Spambot from Hell.

Meet me in the fallout shelter, and we’ll figure out our next move. Boy, do I suck at techno crap. God knows I’ll never see the light of a book deal with WordPress version HG (hieroglyphics).

I’ll post here still (don’t fear, BlogHerAds) and just repost over at the fallout shelter until I get this crapola worked out. Anybody good at this?

And happy, happy nuptials to Topo and Paulo! What I would not have given to be there. See you in Jersey, of all places?