This week snuck up on me. I never know precisely how it happens, but I do know. I get busy. Really busy. And time escapes me.
And so here I am, coming to the party empty handed. I don’t even a box of cookies to offer.
But even that poses a problem for me because I’m the kind of person that if I’m going to bring cookies, I have to make them myself. And I just don’t have the time. In my world, this brings me shame and angst. But I’ll just have to live with that. For now, anyway.
So, I’m going to have to just drop off my calling card this time around and duck out before anyone sees me.
I’ll bring cookies next time. But, Jove, if you’re reading this, they’re not going to be unicorn cookies. Sorry. It just isn’t going to happen.