No, there aren’t any rings, or creepy little men involved,l; ok I can’t guarantee the no creepy men part,  BUT this is  about the glorious return of a beloved writer, me! After three months of feeling shmrr; I have finally found my hootspa and I’m ready to write again.  For those who don’t know what “shmrr” is, it’s the disgruntled noise you make when a sigh or an ugh just wont hack it.  Let me paint of picture of what the past couple months were like for me to give you a clearer idea:

A not so long time a go in a land not far away there was a house that got swallowed whole by Sandy.  Since that day my life has made a roller coaster at Six Flags look like a kiddy ride.  In the past three months- my mother has listened to “I dreamed a dream” on loop. So y times in fact she felt the need to get her hair cut like a 1800’s French prostitute, and my cold sweat nightghtamres include that song..  My Dad has gone through the six stages of grief and then some, and I have cried and laughed more than a pregnant woman. So pretty much I was living in a freak show.  However I put that phase behind me, minus the Les Mis song that somehow manages to pop up when you least expect it, and have been plotting my triumphant return. In this season of Dexterous Dining look for more variety, more humor and a lot more me! Look for my first peice of the new year next week, and until then try not to pee your pants with excitement. And like always,

Keep your wallets full and your mouths happy! <3 DD

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