So yesterday was my turn to do the Lonely Heart, and I suck because I came home intending to take care of it and then there was work and my husband’s work and Freebird the Unstoppable and his magic Ever-Full Diaper, and then I passed out from sheer exhaustion. Short answer: I suck.
Since it’s Saturday, I’ll wait until next Friday to take my turn with the Lonely Heart ad, and your chance for a Smart Bitch Title.
My apologies – now, what is a suitable punishment for my slackitude? Should I be locked in a room with randomly-descending man-titties bonking me on the head? Shall I be forced to endure an incurable condition wherein I only answer in Cassie Edwards’ dialogue? Should I change my name to Sweet Savage Sarah? Let me have it!