That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Or possibly, Bermuda Triangle. Seriously - when was the last time you heard a really good gone-missing-while-flying-in-a-small-plane-over-the-Bermuda-Triangle story?
It would explain a LOT.
Like... I dunno... where the H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks I've been for (as Adrienne has so helpfully pointed out *poke* ouch, thank you) over a month now?
Wait. Did somebody say hockey sticks? Okay okay. Here's the real story: I was in Las Vegas watching my nine year-old nephew play extremely entertaining tournament-hockey. That's right. Hockey. In the desert. In July. In a 118-degree heat-wave.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Okay - fine. It WAS the aliens. Just remember - what happens in the Vega System stays in the Vega System...
More anon. Promise!
Beam me up, lads,