“Hey Blog, it’s me, Amy. How ya been?”
“Lonely, you jerk. You’ve got some nerve showing your face around here.”
“Gosh, I’m sorry Blog. Chloe learned how to open the door and run away, and Charlie keeps chewing stuff. Life just gets crazier ever day.”
“Like I care. Life’s crazy for everyone. You know, Amy . . . Sometimes you really are a butthead. I mean, what do I care if you get a roof? I’M STARVING!!! You know the last time you fed me? JUNE 9!”
“I’m ashamed. But you’re really taking this hard. I have good reason for not seeing you sooner. We’re working on big things, and I’m gonna explain it all in a big post soon. We are getting a new roof, and that ceiling hole in the back bedroom is FINALLY gonna get fixed! I mean gimme a break, that broken water pipe in the winter did some serious damage. The plaster and lathe dissolved, I had to rip out buckets of shredded insulation, there was paint peeling all over the ceiling and walls, and the nearly brand new ceiling tiles in the basement were soaked! ”
“Enough with the excuses, Amy. You’re a lame butthead. You’re all talk.”
“Blog, you’re a butthead! What if I told you I was typing this whole conversation up just to make you a new blog post, taking full responsibility for your lack of content, right in front of everyone? Huh? HUH!?”
“I’m sorry Amy. I love you.”
“I love you too, blog.”