W. T. F.?! Where the hell are you?? It's now CD-39. You are at least six days late and you are no where in sight.
Seriously period, this is not cool. What about my once wicked awesome
contest that now seems more like an effort in futility?! Think of the chocolate, Period. Think of the chocolate!!!!
You realize now that I am going to have to get all those who guessed reasonable days for you to arrive to change their guesses to something like CD-72 if they want to even have any hope of winning the chocolate.
Period, I am not impressed. I will admit, I have spoken badly about you behind your back in the past, but I thought we were over that. I thought we had made amends and would be basking in a regular friendship from now on. What about the herbs I've been taking? The acupuncture? Seriously Period, all of these things are for YOU.
Please come for a visit. I really want to mail this chocolate before I eat it all myself. Besides, I actually kind of miss you.