Thursday, Thursday, Thursday.

Hi, friends.I had the best intentions. Really, I did. I was going to tell you about another cookie today, and a really good one too. But a visitor of sorts has been staying with us lately, and he won’t let me into the kitchen. He’s big and burly, nearly 90,000 words tall. His name is Man U. Script, and he’s a real bruiser. He’s bossy and demanding, and he makes me sit at my desk for hours