Mall Diva, slacker

The Mall Diva unexpectedly got the entire day off from work yesterday. I’m not sure how she spent all the extra time, but it probably involved using her new laptop to browse on-line shoe stores or check out the iTunes capabilities of our just upgraded high-speed broadband wi-fi connection.

What I know she didn’t do is blog. It’s been over a month since her last post and, frankly, the comments on this site have dropped to an alarmingly low level. Therefore, a single course of action suggests itself:

Please leave a comment for the Mall Diva, either urging her to return or — maybe better yet — offering your own speculation as to what she’s been doing the last few weeks that has made it impossible for her to contribute here.

11 thoughts on “Mall Diva, slacker

  1. My mother told me, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything”.

    So ….

  2. Perhaps she’s been busy knitting custom wrist sweaters for her bloggy friends? Or practicing her dancey skillz? The first one is fine but the second is right out!

  3. OOOOh, OOOOOh, pick me, pick me! I know what she’s been doing!

    But I can’t tell you.

  4. I call on the lady jumping around in the back row waving her hands in the air like she don’t care.

    Rev. Mother….do you have something to tell us? 🙂

  5. I have to say it is a miss that MD has not written anything for a while, but knowing her I am sure she has a good explanation, right?

    P.S. Have you seen Superman yet? Isn’t it awesome?

  6. The Good Princess stirs the ambiguous pot! What is it? Has Diva been writing letters for Amnesty International? Or is it something more insidious? Don’t tell me that she’s been writing term papers to sell online!

  7. Kevin, the thing that you really need to know is that the Reverend Mum has a little-known chain-yanking streak (who else did you think the Mall Diva got it from?).

  8. Once, in a moment of deparation, I uttered the words, “I wish I had listend to what my mom said when I was growning up.”

    My buddy, who was in a similar place, asked what she had said.

    I replied, “I don’t know. I wasn’t listening.”

    I know that had nothing to do with this course of conversation, other than there was a mother involved.

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