Excuses. Excuses.

Beaumont:  You know this is Monday, right?

Me:  Yes.

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! 🙂