Common Sense: You didn't blog yesterday.
Me: I know.
CS: You have no excuse and you didn't blog.
Me: I KNOW.
CS: Shameful.
Me: Dude, I had a vet appointment and lugged three cats, two carriers, and a freaking partridge in a geedee pear tree all over creation yesterday.
CS: Boo. Hoo. Hoo.
Me: Let's give the people what they want.
CS: *sigh* Fine.
CS: Okay, aw.
Me: Little bastards. They're killing me, you realize.
CS: You did this to yourself, you realize.
Me: Touche.
CS: That's why I'm around, and you're welcome.
Me: Bah.
CS: Why are you in a mood? You have no right to be in a mood, you have kittens, you have Mr. Monkeypants, you're seeing an old friend on Sunday for the first time in ages, all is well.
Me: Mr. M has to work all weekend.
CS: AAAAAAAAAND you're going to the city to see Chicky, like I SAID, all is well. Jeez, woman. What does it take to please you?
Me: I suppose you have a point.
CS: I always have a point. It's why you conjured me from your bizarro imagination.
Me: I'm nervous about Monday.
CS: Sigh. We can't TALK ABOUT MONDAY, it falls under the "Super Sekrit."
Me: Bah.
CS: It's a good thing, Monday. A VERY GOOD THING. Don't get it twisted in your little brain.
Me: Okay. Hey, did you see what happened when I tried to take Mr. M's picture?
CS: Heh. Yes.
Me: Check it.
CS: It looks kinda awesome. It's like a skull in a horror movie doing the whole shaky creepy thing.
Me: It looks like someone was being a bit of a bastard.
CS: But funny.
Me: Always funny.
CS: Anyway, Mr. M and you will have plenty of time together next weekend, don't sulk, it's unbecoming.
Me: I AM NOT SULKING.
CS: And don't raise your voice to me, that's beyond unbecoming and not very polite.
Me: Nyah.
CS: I think we're done here.
Me: Pbbbbbllltttttttttt.
CS: We're definitely done here.
