Life got in the way.
I locked my keys in the car.
He made a noise when he chewed.
The train went local.
They were going to fire me anyway.
I couldn’t get it to print.
The fugu was tainted.
I don’t have a good desk.
2-for-1 margaritas… with fresh juice.
No hot water.
I wrote it down on the wrong month of my datebook.
I forgot how to do footnotes.
Afraid of failure.
Afraid of success.
It was an essay question?
I thought it was rhetorical.
I had already paid for spin class.
I’m too tired to think/write/call/drive/problem-solve, but who’s up for dessert?
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My stigmata’s acting up.
The voices told me to clean all the guns today.