Last May, I got to meet in person a dear friend who had been reading this blog since the early days.
After her visit, I remember telling Ethel and Danni and Justina that they all had to meet Anne someday
because she's cool and fascinating and drops as many f-bombs as I do.
If you're a regular reader of the comments, you know her as Anne Boleyn (her real name, by the way).
Anne suffered a heart attack on Sunday and passed away.
How fuckin' wrong is that?
I'm republishing this post from Anne's visit in her honor.
What a dame.
And she knows I mean that with the greatest respect.
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My hope for every first-time visitor to the 7MSN is that
they get to enjoy the full ranch experience,
they get to enjoy the full ranch experience,
which this time included a wild ride home from the airport
through 11.4 miles of deep mud. Anne was totally cool with it. Me? A total wreck.
Anne has been a Dear friend and reader of this blog since longer than either of us can remember,
and it should come as no surprise that she loves all of my animals and vice versa.
The windy, cold weather was a bit less than hospitable,
so we spent many hours in the sunroom swapping stories,
interrupted only by last week's frequent breaking news bulletins.
Anne: You're not going to believe this.
Smooch: What's he done this time?
We took full advantage of the sunshine when it finally made an appearance.
Few things bring me as much joy as sharing my sunshine with others.
