Unbagging the Cats 1

Unbagging the Cats 1

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Nothing to Read Here. Move Along.

I have been rushed for time. It's a good thing I put in a submission this morning, or it would not have been done today.

I frittered away my time with laundry. Took a shower. Hauled The Pony to see Prometheus, which was an hour there and back, two hours plus for the show, and thirty minutes for previews. We did our weekly shopping to the tune of another hour. Took thirty minutes to carry in and put stuff away. I made one meal for newly-toothless Genius, another for The Pony, warmed up some leftover BBQ (NOT a hot dog) for me, and tossed a big salad and a couple of eggrolls at Hick.

Then I sat down here at my computer with the most scathingly brilliant idea for a post. But I don't have time to see it through. Tomorrow, perhaps. When I only have to take care of Genius and his gaping gum-holes 24/7, and take The Pony to summer school and then go pick him up, and throw together a couple of meals.

Yeah. I'll think about it tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day. Or so I've heard.


Mrs. Tuna said...

I'm pretty sure tomorrow is another day. I'll let you know tomorrow if it comes.

Stephen Hayes said...

I'll look forward to your next post, Scarlett O'Hara.

Leenie said...

The rule is, jam tomorrow and jam yesterday - but never jam today.
Lewis Carroll


Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.
Dr. Seuss

Linda O'Connell said...

You can do it! Hit that keyboard.

My friend lived in the country and moved into town when she realized she was running her gas out driving her kids back and forth to events in town.

Sioux said...

And while you're waiting for another day, perhaps you could yank down some drapes and whip them into a dress. (Bustles and corsets are coming back in style.)

Val said...

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love it, tomorrow. It's only a day away, you know.

Fiddle dee dee! Have you seen Ashley Wilkes in your neck of the woods? I have something I want to give him.

What kind of crazy rule is that? It's enough to send people seeking sustenance in things labeled Eat Me and Drink Me.

I wonder if Dr. Seuss liked green eggs and jam?

Oh, I hit the keyboard regularly. Sometimes, the stuff that comes out of it even makes sense.

As a matter of fact, that's on my to-do list. Right after shooting a Yankee in the face and hiding the body.