Remembered to bake them the night before and remembered to get them out of the 'fridge and stick them in a carry bag that morning. But between putting on my coat and walking out the door, the static in my head wiped out the all-important "bring muffins to work" step. Urg.
Fortunately, I have a forbearing and magnanimous hubby. fosteronfilm drove into town to deliver them for me. Isn't he a sweetie?
New Words on The Stupid Novel:
• Tuesday: 150 - They kept wanting me to edit bills instead of write fiction at my day job, the nerve .
• Yesterday: 800 - Realized I need to split Part III into Parts III and IV as it has sprawled to a greater length than anticipated.