My blog (forlornly): But it's been three days.
Me: You're counting?
My blog: Well...yes.
Me: Why are you counting? That's so juvenile. Any anyways, I blogged yesterday.
My blog: That doesn't count. It was just a degrading illustration of the President.
Me (rolling eyes): Whatever.
My blog: Now who's being juvenile? 'Whatever?' I hate that.
Me: I'm not in the mood, okay? We watched The Sea Inside, and I'm exhausted from sobbing.
My blog: Your visitors will be disappointed. Oscar will stop striking the genuflection pose when speaking of you.
Me (worried): You think?
My blog: The only hits you'll get will be from losers googling "Jessica + Simpson + shaking + ass."
Me: I'm busy, okay? I have to send A.D.T his prize for winning my Friday contest. And I have to sweep the kitchen because although this black slate is quite the sexy beast of flooring, it throws into gross relief any bread crumbs that land upon it. And there are many, many crumbs because I purchased too much Acme bread at the Ferry Building.
My blog (smugly): I thought you weren't in the mood.
Me: I'm not.
My blog: Whatever.