To hold to my “editorial calendar,” I owe you all a tip and a Stuff I Like. I know you’ve been waiting. I bet there’s even bated breath involved. Possibly some anticipatory anxiety (the good kind). Am I right? Huh?
Is this thing on?
Sometimes I feel so alone.
Be back with the tip and Stuff later today.
I like to pretend you care. That thought is helpful to me and makes me feel more womanly somehow.
UPDATE: Apparently I lied because later today is now tomorrow and I’m headed to Chuck E. Cheese. Surely you can forgive the delay? And please send mind-numbing meds for my Chuck experience. You can wire them to my account.