Category: Words

Yesterday was supposed to be the day. You know, the day I got caught up. The day I went grocery shopping. The day I bought COFFEE. The day I did laundry. Got the car washed.  Did the dishes. Did some reading and writing.

Did any of that happen? 

Well…

I dawdled around in bed until 10. I made oatmeal. The good kind–steel cut, with raisins, pumpkin seeds and maple syrup. I stared out the window at a squirrel for an amount of time I am a little embarassed to admit. did laundry. I baked bread.  Then I got a message from Tequila Hill indicating that there was lasagna. Off I went. 

There are obviously worse things in life than having a good dinner and spending an evening with wonderful people having a few drinks, watching some March Madness and playing dominoes. Way worse things than getting bossed around by one of the world’s most adorable toddlers. I will not even try to pretend that I did not enjoy it thoroughly. 

If luckiness was ranked, I would be in the top 5 percentile. Definitely. 

So, I’m doing better with productivity this morning, right?

Uh.

Er…

I only dawdled in bed until 9:30. Drank coffee. Ate oatmeal again. The good kind. Did a little chatting. Joined a gym. Now, I am really going to go to the grocery store. Really.

This time, I mean it.

  

Shut up. Yes, I am going to have another excuse for not writing.  It’s because instead of staying home to write, I went up to Tequila Hill and had fun instead. 

Pizza. Boozes. Cards Against Humanity. All the best people. Lots of hugs

(Jonny and I tied at Cards)

It was a good night, and I am going to bed.

and then have to hang around waiting to find out what the result is?

I mean, hypothetically speaking. 

OK, no. Really. I did something pretty stupid just now. Via text message. 

Stop groaning, all you people who I’ve victimized with messages in the past. 

It’s Chelle’s fault. She encouraged me in my error. 

You know how irresistible she is when she tells you to do what you wanted to do anyway but were too chicken to. 

Yes, I am still too distracted to write–how could you tell?