My dog ate it.
I had too many cookies and my stomach hurt.
I went looking for inspiration and got lost.
I didn’t think it mattered.
I thought no one would notice.
At the end of the day, nothing matters.
I totally did it. What? You didn’t get it?
I forgot. I’ll get right on that. So sorry.
They’re lying. I wouldn’t do that.
I told you! My dog ate it!
I’m indignant at the sheer audacity of these accusations.
Someone else didn’t do it.
Hold on. Let me check and get back to you.
Where’s that dog?
What happened? I don’t know…weird. You’re right.
My least favorite teacher was also my best teacher. She taught me, among other things, how to write and how to succeed. She had a lot of rules. All of them were mean spirited, but also fair, and helped me learn accountability. The number one rule I remember, and still use to this day is “No excuses.”
But seriously, the cookies were kind of worth it…