1) Clean out the fridge (What IS that smell?).
2) Sew the taupe pillow case back together (Don't ask).
3) Force/cajole/bribe the offpspring into cleaning their bedrooms so I can find a bit of carpet in there to to vacuum.
4) About a gazillion other things too mundane to actually mention (Bonus - condensing items four through four thousand of my to-do-list makes me feel much better).
Yes, this is the list of the things I DIDN'T do this weekend. It's quite long, and now, about fourteen hours after the weekend has concluded, these items are, sadly, still not done.
I'm blaming RL Naquin, a lady whom I am sure is quite lovely, and whom I have also never met.
But I've MET HER BOOKS. I am enamoured with them. I read book one, then had to go straight out and epurchase books two. I'm bereft as I have to wait until later in the year for book three. I have been looking for lighter/humourous urban fantasy/paranormal and I SO FOUND THEM.
Monster in My Closet and Pooka in My Pantry from Carina Press involve Zoey, a fashion-challenged wedding planner who wakes one morning to find the closet monster she'd told her five-year-old herself didn't exist making muffins in her kitchen. Throw in a VW, a Leprechaun Mafia, a smoking-hot paramedic reaper, and an incubus that, in my head, looks like badly-dressed Captain Jack Sparrow, and you've got yourself a weekend full of nuthin' but fun.
It's a rollocking ride of great humour, fabulous world-building and wonderful characters.
I have totally forgiven Ms Naquin (whose name is Rachel) for flattening my weekend. How could I not? I just hope I have that pillow case fixed by the time book three comes out. Second thoughts, I'm cancelling that weekend in my diary right now.