And on the twelfth day, she blogged. Wow. I can’t believe it’s been eleven days since I posted, and I’m having a hard time saying twelfth, much less spelling it.

Absent without leave. That’s what I am.

I don’t even have a reason, except that I seem to be flitting. I’m in flitter-mode. Flit, flit, flit. Okay. That’s not just my brain. I can’t seem to sit in my chair. Stay in my shoes. Walk on the sidewalk. I want to feel the sun on my face and the sand between my toes sooooo bad that I could just  s c r e a m . I want to run around in circles. Pin the tail on the donkey. Ride the rails — Polar Bear Express style.

Be Elektra.

If you harnessed my flittering, you could probably________________.

I know. You’re thinking — chocolate steroids. Yeah. But it started way before E. Bunny weekend. Just sayin’.

I’ll be back tomorrow to talk about…flit, flit, flit…something more interesting than today’s post.

So, what’s been happening’? Are you all over on Twitter? Watching American Idol?

I leave you with this on Flitty Tuesday — The Hippo Song. C’mon. Go ahead and click. You know you want to.

Elen