Hello again, dear readers,
I know. It's been a long time since I last posted; however, I am sure you found it as necessary as I did. Spring Break was my only opportunity to locate the woman known as Tany. I looked high along the cupboards and low along the baseboards. Not a single corner was left unnoticed by my steeley glance.
In the end, I am sad to report that I did not locate her within The House.
Yes, that's right. The House. While the rest of the world was out living it up on the coasts of Cancun, the Bahammas, and the Florida Keys, I was here in gorgeous and luxurious Houston. I had logically concluded that Tany must have known this aspect of my lifestyle, i.e., that I never leave The House, and that she was alright with it. Hence, she must have been located in The House.
Consider it the fruitless eHarmony scavanger hunt that it was. I don't know why I am prey to these naive pursuits.