Last, but not least, I will miss...

You. Why? Because you:

- Tickle me.
- Lather me up.
- Publish my work and ask for more.
- Read my site and send encouraging emails.
- Work it, own it.
- Hauled your happy ass to Wesley Chapel just to say goodbye.
- Love my children like you love me.
- Care.
- Check in to make sure I’m okay.
- Wave when we drive down the street.
- Give politicians a good name. Plus your staffers are hot.
- Shared a part of yourself with me.
- Provoke. Provoke. Provoke.
- Trust me.
- Tell the truth.
- Flatter me with your presence.
- Flirt like a pro.
- Are the coolest kids on the block and welcomed me with open arms.
- Were my first. (Blog, that is.)
- Make me think.
- Entertain almost on a daily basis.
- Are tough as nails with a heart that might just swallow me up. Plus your husband taught me how to put dollars into women's garter belts.
- Remind me that friends who argue, care.
- Keep me posted.
- Said you’d hire me back in a heartbeat.
- Introduced me to Dave Andreychuk. Twice.
- Laugh at my jokes.
- Like the Beastie Boys almost as much as I do.
- Taught me how to shoot like a girl. A bad-ass girl.
- Allow me to influence your vote.
- Are my favorite drinking buddy.
- Post comments that boil my blood.
- Matter.

Thanks to my tenacity and the Miracles of Internet Use – we will keep in touch. After Friday, there’s just no longer the opportunity to meet, grab a bite to eat, hang out at your house or enjoy happy hour together. And for that I have tears in my eyes.

Take care.