There are days, and then there are DAYS. Yesterday was a DAY. Possibly a NIGHT AND WEEKEND, too, all rolled into one. I’m sort of burning the candle at both ends, trying to promote WIVES AND SISTERS, just out in paperback (gotcher copy yet?), trying to put the school yearbook to bed (how DID I get roped into this?) and trying to finish my new book for Berkley.
I start my days at about 6 a.m. and they don’t stop until midnight or later. Some are longer than others, and yesterday was one of those. I went out to get the mail at 9 p.m., letting Stormy the Wonder Dog follow along, since peeing on the mail post is one of his most favorite things to do in life. Glorious, glorious post peeing. Somewhere between the trek back to the house and inside is where things get sketchy.
The kids were antsy, the husband was whiny, and I had work to do. After finally calming everything down, getting kids into bed, husband into bed, things straightened up, I spent a few hours on the computer. Then it hit me. Where was Stormy? He was not snoring under my computer chair. He was not crying to go in and out, in and out, in and out. He was, in fact, gone. NOT. HERE.
I had forgotten to commandeer him when we returned from getting the mail, and he took advantage of it and ran off.
So, I put on a coat, and my shoes, and began to trek my neighborhood at 11:30 calling for Stormy. Pumpkin the cat came up and followed me, meowing behind me, and so it must have looked mighty strange. A 43-year-old pajama-clad woman traipsing the burbs at night, followed by a yellow cat. It looked like I was walking my cat. Or he was walking me. When I reached one road, the cat darted ahead of me and veered up another lane, so I decided to follow him, since he seemed to know what he was doing, and I quite obviously had NO idea. Sure enough, there in the middle of the road, halfway up the block, was StWD, surrounded by about three other dogs.
I suspect they had been egging houses, and knocking over mailboxes, and terrorizing the cats of the neighborhood.
Stormy came when I called, but then stopped short, about five feet away and looked at me with that, “Damn, I’m in trouble and you’re taking me home” look. I pretended it was not so, until he got close enough so I could grab him.
I scolded him all the way home, and then had to wash his muddy little butt. Needless to say, he is in DEEP doggy doo doo.
Can’t you just SEE the bad influences oozing off him? Next we might try an exorcism.
W&S SIGHTING CONTEST:
On another note, the W&S Sighting contest is going well, and the book has been spotted all over the United States and in Canada. Apparently, a few copies have also been purchased. Remember you have until the end of April to enter your sighting information. Check out my site for more info.
I was recently interviewed on Momwriters Talk Radio by the lovely Alana Morales and Paula Schmitt, and you can listen to that interview here. It was great fun, and I hope I didn’t come off sounding TOOO much like an idiot.