HM Is Sorely Lacking In Time Management Skills

I am in a bit of a hurry tonight, because I sat around all day and didn't do anything except watch two ERs this morning and half of Ellen, the Thanksgiving show from 2006, and watch The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, and fix lunch for the young 'uns, and fix lunch for myself, and watch How Clean Is Your House, and look at a catalog from HP in preparation to replace Crashy (shhh...), and listen to #1 son spout off his price comparisons for HP, Dell, and Gateway, and then have the boy tell me I should get a Compaq for $299 (I DON'T THINK SO), and make a shopping list, and return a power supply thingy that gives Lappy juice in the LSUV (because the old one with the two-year warranty smokes when used so we bought a new one last week and now The Devil's Playground is going to eat it, by cracky, because I paid cash and kept the receipt for the new one), and talk to Mr. S's wife in the parking lot for ten minutes (and five more with the lady whose car we were blocking, because she listened in and happens to teach in a neighboring district), and shop 15 minutes but wait in line for 20, and drive home with a newly-adopted Ice Baby, and fix supper for HH and the boys, and type this post while #1 son harped at me that he needs to go to The Devil's Playground because Gamey does need a new hard drive since that short power outage several weeks ago and HH can't take him because he is gone to the funeral home for a work guy's dad.

So I suppose I'm off to The Devil's Playground again, but I'm not going in. I will sit in the LSUV and let Junior Businessman go do the hard-drive shopping while I read one of my library books. And sometime tonight, I have to finish and submit my story to Diva's writing contest, because no matter how much extra time you give me, I will drag it out until the last minute.

That's my nature.