101 Reasons Why I am Missing my Deadline

#53: The Fat Cat Sat on the Manuscript

Okay, so maybe 'manuscript' is over-glorifying my work a bit, but when I sit down to work on a Saturday morning, this is not what I want to see:



I don't think people--by which I mean me-- should have to work on a Saturday if they have been working all week, so I like to just sit down, get the stupid work done, and get on with the fun part of the weekend, which is pretty much everything that isn't work.  In this way, I am a much better worker on a Saturday morning than I am any other day of the week.  Except maybe Sunday.

So I asked the cat if she would mind moving her  furry butt off my work as it was making it difficult to see the words, much less write on them with red pen.

She moved:




It might interest you to know that I had been editing the bottom left corner of the page, so it would seem that I was better off before I opened my big mouth.

I explained to the fat cat that I didn't want to be working in the first place, but that due to one thing and another I was past my deadline and needed to get things back on track and I was really very sorry that she couldn't spend the morning lounging on my pieces of paper, but there it was and why didn't we both make the best of it.

She was not impressed.

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 So I told her that she could stay on the paper for three more minutes while I went to make my coffee, but that after that she really would have to find a different seat.

She did.




Now at least we are both warm, even if I can't reach my papers to edit them.

My Kind of Day

Today is National Cookie Day.

I will be celebrating with these,



although I will, of course, be turning them into actual cookies first.

I was supposed to add these to the mix:



Unfortunately, in a moment of wild abandon, I ate most of them and will have to buy a new bag.  You can tell that there aren't enough chips left for the cookies because the bag is (a) open and (b) suspiciously flat.  This happens now and then (if by "now and then" you understand that I mean with clock-like regularity), especially if shopping day and cookie baking day are too far apart (i.e., not the same day). You might be tempted to suggest that I buy two  bags of peanut butter chips--one for me and one for the cookies-- but to buy two bags of peanut butter chips would be to concede that I have no self control and I refuse to believe this.  So I carry on in my ways, buying bags of peanut butter chips (chocolate chips, too, if you must know), pretending I can save them for baking, and gobbling them anyway.  But only one bag at a time.

Off to the store to buy some more (if only it were national poetry day as well!).  I promise this time that I won't eat all of them before I make the cookies.

p.s. Lest you think I am a complete pig, I should note that the bulk of the cookies will be delivered to El Husbando's hockey team.  They have won their first two games and are most deserving.