If you don't see a post from me come Tuesday morning, the likely excuse is that The Crescat and I are sitting in some jail because our designated trustee has run off with the bail money and my husband wants to "teach me a lesson."
Otherwise, between sucking up to EWTN celebrities in South Carolina on Saturday and stalking Church hierarchy on Sunday in Washington, DC, not to mention trying to refrain from arguing with counter-protesters at the March for Life on Monday, all the while staying at the alcohol-soaked Chez Copa . . . I oughta have a couple of pictures, ya know?
If you hear anything about a high-speed police chase along I-95 . . . it's just sheer coincidence.