Girl, I got no time to gab. I have to make that lasagna for tonight. I know that takes, you know, 40 minutes, but still.
And the publishing company for whom I work said, "Everything you're doing! Toss it aside! We are
ing you a new package! Prioritize that! Even over your lasagna!"
So there's that.
And then Henry is obsessed with his mouse today. He needs it tossed every eight seconds. Which if you are memorizing the APA style guide you'd know should be "8 seconds." Because when you are referring to time you use the numeral. Unless you are referring to approximate time, then you say "approximately eight seconds."
Welcome to my world. And of course I don't have to worry about memorizing the APA style guide right now, because I am putting that aside to prioritize whatever the hell they're sending me today.
Wait, Henry needs his mouse tossed.
Do you think maybe I'm a chaos addict? And that's why I have 80 pets and 20 jobs and lasagna?
Oh, and the person hosting this potluck event tonight emailed to ask if we hated any food, so naturally I told the truth about my aversion to cilantro–is that rude? because what if she was planning a huge '50 flavors of cilantro' fest or something?–and anyway I warned her about my roots. I mean I figured I might as well steel her for the horror that is my roots, so she wouldn't accidentally say, "Oh, you have frosting in your hair" or "Is it snowing?" or something equally mortifying.
TUESDAY. My hair appointment is Tuesday. We can't meet new people in four days?
Hang on. Mouse.
Oh, you should see that cat scoot after that mouse.
Anyway, I had better go and begin flapping my hands around uselessly for several hours before I begin accomplishing anything. Attached please find a photo of Faithful Reader and Commenter Furry Godmother in her Bye Bye Pie T shirt. You can see her cute dog…approves.
You know what those dogs need? Are some fluffier ears and tails.
Okay, bye. Cause, mouse.