Betsy to Heavens!

Now see, that's just not fair! Why should you be able to come up with sch an aptly annastrophic gem early on a Sunday morning, for crying out loud, while I need a caffeine IV to spell Max!

Ah well, guess it's 'fess up time. I couldn't get through the rest of the day knowing I'd caused a depression to settle permanently over Hawkes Bay. Think of the grapes. Think of the lost tourist dollars. And other extremely pleasant like thoughts.

I came up with it after reading Anna's birthday post and have just been waiting for an opportunity to trot it out felicitously. The Artist Who Was Formerly Tsuwm merely provided the opportunity. I already had the motive. Guilty, m'Lud!






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