I was going to go have a shower, really I was. I just figured, "Hey, we have a houseguest coming in this afternoon, why don't I clean the toilets before I shower? It makes more sense than showering first and cleaning them after, right?"
But then I thought, "I should air out the spare bedroom," because the dog often sleeps in there. So I grabbed the sheets off the futon, realizing that the place should probably be Febrezed before I replaced the bedding.
Then I looked around, realized that there was some stuff in there that I should probably stick in the closet, some other stuff that needed to go up against the wall... all sorts of little crap. And this whole time, my husband (whose friend it is that's arriving this afternoon) keeps calling out, "Joy! Fourteen minutes til your next post!... Eight minutes to your next post!"
He's a peach, my husband.
I'm so glad to know that I'm not the only one that does stuff like that! Good luck on your Blogathon efforts!