Molt Monday: The Edits, The Mic Cord, and The Case of the Missing Pie

I sat down today fully prepared to be productive. Edits open. Coffee ready. Headphones on. I was in my “serious writer” era for a whole seven minutes.

Then I looked down.

And there is Bunz. My rabbit. My companion. My tiny fluffy saboteur. CHEWING. ON. MY. MIC. CORD.

Like she pays for replacements. Like she is the audio engineer. Like she is trying to silence me permanently.

She had the cord in her mouth with that same “What are you gonna do about it” expression she uses when she knows I am too tired to chase her again. I swear she thinks she is the main character and I am just the camera crew.

So I am trying to save my equipment, save my sanity, save my edits, and THEN—

The chocolate pie situation hits me.

The entire chocolate pie. Gone. Vanished. Missing in action. Not a crumb left. Not a smear. Not a trace.

And I did not get ONE piece.

So naturally I ask my daughter, “Did you eat the pie?”

She says no.

She says it with confidence. She says it with conviction. She says it like she is testifying in court.

So now I am standing in my kitchen like a detective in a crime drama trying to figure out who ate an entire pie in the middle of the night.

Was it Bunz? Was it the ghost? Was it both of them working together like a tiny supernatural heist crew?

All I know is this:

My mic cord is chewed. My pie is gone. My edits are still not done. And Bunz is sitting in the corner looking VERY satisfied with herself.

Happy Monday to me.