... to blog when I'm having scintillating email conversations about said failure to post like the following?
Subject: Dilatory and Derelict
Mike: Seriously, now. Twelve days?
Me: Play closing weekend, sick, family obligations and work up to my eyebrows. Pffffllllbbbbbbbttt!
Mike: You put that tongue away, missy!
Me: Yeah? Sez who?
Mike: (Every response I could think of, suppressed.)
Me: *neener neener neener*
Mike: That's it, young lady. Go to your room!
Me: Make me. Nyaah nyaah nyaah!
Mike: And no dinner, either.
Me: That's okay -- I still have my pillowcase full of Halloween candy hidden under my bed. (So there.)
There -- I posted! Are you happy now?