Ms. Price was admitted to our care late last night and is resting comfortably after a healthy dose of lithium, xanax, and vodka. Her faithful secretary, a very small beagle, said, “I couldn’t see anything but the whites of her eyes, and I knew it wasn’t from the rum punches I made at lunch. She began mumbling and drooling, saying something about, ‘an apology…an apology… he wrote a friggin’ aplogy.’ She then stood on her desk and started singing the ‘Star Spangled Banner.’ Scared the crap out of me.”
We expect Ms. Price to make a full recovery. But for now, we’re requesting that all contrite authors kindly hold off with their apologies until Ms. Price is feeling stronger. As a side note, the beagle was last seen in the company of a rottweiler headed for Sam’s Bar. Anyone knowing her whereabouts are urged to call Behler Publications.