Relationships are work. It can either be a full-time job you and your partner dread every Monday morning, or it can be a job you both love. Because I love Partner more than I hate having five cats, I enjoy making him laugh and smile. After all, he deserves it for tolerating someone like me for over nine years.
Last year, Partner made the mistake of leaving me home alone with the cats while he visited his parents for the week. So as to keep him informed about how the handicats and I were to take over the home (while deliberately excluding the able-bodied heathens), I made him a little book to read while on his journey.
I call it While You’re Away and am hoping it will one day reach the top of the New York Times best seller list (fingers crossed). Unfortunately, I still haven’t heard back from Simon & Schuster, HarperCollins, PenguinRandom House, or Hatchette Livre. Maybe they’re still calculating how many millions of the dollars I deserve for my first-book deal for what will certainly be a classic on the level of Moby Dick (hated it), The Sound and The Fury (hated it), or The Picture of Dorian Gray (actually liked it).
What do you think?