Ok, maybe not Guffman, but I am waiting.
“For what?” You ask with baited breath.
“Uhm, sorry. Can’t say.”
I know, I know. That’s kinda mean but I still can’t say so please quit asking me and sending me beer and cigarette bribes. Well, quit the asking at least. Feel free to continue with the rest.
I will be MIA for the next week and then I shall reappear on the scene like a bolt of lightning or a super hero and I will whisper sweet nothings in your ear.