Beaumont: You know this is Monday, right?
Beaumont: So, you also know you’re a day late posting my story.
Me: Yes. Well. I was busy getting an early Thanksgiving dinner ready for 10 people.
Beau: Excuses. Excuses.
Me: Well… I am the curator of this blog. I think I can decide to miss a day here or there.
Beau: And I’m the star of this blog, which means, I decide when you miss a day here or there.
Me: Wait a minute. You’re not the boss of me.
Beau: Seriously? You’re going to use that line? It’s not very mature.
Me: Well… um… thinking you’re the boss of me isn’t very… comforting.
Beau: Your comfort is not of concern to me. Though, I must say, my comfort and happiness should be of great concern to you. And posting a day late does not make me feel comfortable with your capacity to do your job right. Nor does it make me very happy, btw.
Me: (defiantly. I may even have stomped my foot like a five-year-old.) I can’t change the fact I didn’t post yesterday because I was so busy.
Beau: Perhaps if you did a better job of your time management you wouldn’t have encountered the problem.
Me: Well maybe if you weren’t such a taskmaster I wouldn’t have to worry about my time management.
Beau: Oh Louise. You poor human. You need to worry about time because time’s a flyin’ and you ain’t getting any younger.
Me: Excuse me? How did my not posting yesterday suddenly become about my age?
Beau: Hey! You mess up. I point out your messes. That’s my job and I’m good at my job.
Me: Then what’s my job?
Beau: Making sure you post on Sundays. Oh. And ensuring you do everything humanly possible to guarantee my comfort and happiness.
Me: (sarcastically) Right. I’ll get right on that.
Beau: Good idea. Now, go make me some lunch and get me some freshwater. My dish is empty.
Sigh. I’m a day late, but seriously, I was busy! Why is it the world seems to revolve around that hound? Oh right. Because he says so! 🙂