Because Meg Cabot says so.

Found this in Meg's blog this week and liked it. The part about furniture in the pool is due to Katrina.

"People like me are usually referred to, when we reach adulthood, as workaholics. And people who aren’t workaholics generally feel superior to us because they have lives, and we do not. But I would argue that that depends on your definition of "life."

If, to you, life is jetting off to India to star in a Bollywood movie, or exploring hidden beaches in Costa Rica, or going to Paris to drink coffee in cafes, or having children, then yes, you are right: I don’t have a life. I don’t even like coffee.

But if, to you, life is getting up every morning knowing just how you’re going to fix that messed-up chapter, then fixing it and going, "Oh, yeah, baby, things are cooking now," and then later when you are cleaning out the cat box, getting a brilliant idea for the NEXT chapter, and then celebrating with a TaB and maybe a sugar free chocolate chip cookie or two, then, actually I DO have life.

It’s really all about finding out what that gives YOU a feeling of contentment and pleasure, and then doing that as much as possible (so long as it’s legal). Happily, I’ve found mine, AND someone is willing to pay me for it. Life is good. Even if your backyard furniture is in the pool."