Conversation at two in the morning

Two in the morning, a tap on my shoulder.
Swatting the air near my ear.
"Woman, wake up!"
"Did you finish your post for tomorrow?"
"Are you going to get up and write it?"
"Are you going to blame it on me?"
"Your fault."
"Fourth glass of wine."
"I made you drink it?"
"That's my story."
"So no post day in BougieLand?"
"The world will continue to turn."
He flips over mumbling. "You better not say it's my fault."
There's no post today. And it's all his fault. Plus, I know some of you saw the title and the picture and thought this was going to be a whole different kind of post. Ha! Carry on...