I wanted to.  I really, really did, but
life got in the way:  first, dishes.
Then laundry, then housework
(between answering the blasted

phone and knocks at the door
Danged Jehovah's Witnesses).
Then the dog pooped on the
freshly waxed floor.  Thanks a

lot, Pooch.  Delays, delays.  Dog
out, now who's calling?  No, not
interested, thank you, goodBYE.
Fold the clothes, make the beds,

oh, shoot.  Out of milk.  Off to
the store, that is, if I can find my
keys --- ah.  There they are, right
where I left them.  In the 'fridge.

Home.  Hubby's favorite meal in
the oven, time to put my feet up
and --- school's calling.  Junior
just threw up, can you come get

him PLEASE?  Nice.  Doctor
says Junior has the 'flu.  Poor
little man.  Time to pick up the
twins from school.  Mrs. Lee from

next door says she'll keep an eye
on Junior.  Good thing the twins
don't have soccer practice to ---
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THE

TOURNAMENT IS TONIGHT???
NOW who's calling?  Hubby.  He's
going to be late, don't bother with
dinner WHICH IS BURNING UP

IN THE OVEN!!!  Nothing but a
little smoke and water damage.
That's why I didn't get to read
your book --- who has the time?