Run away! Run away!

So, you remember your Mama's gathering you in their arms and gently reminding you, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all."  Welllll, let's just say I'm going to listen to my Mama and keep it nice.  As in, short.  

As in, between all the extra volunteering I got myself into and the regular (and somehow increasing) drama in Dramaville, I am currently seeking my own personal Fortress of Solitude.  

My own Bat Cave with secret entrance.  

My own Cloak of Invisibility.

My own Member Only Club, population Me.

My own Universe Pause Button.

You get the idea.  So, pardon me while I get my shovel and pick and start digging my way through the next few months, because no matter how I've tried to go over, under, around, or avoid it all, the only way is through.  

I know, right?!