You find a (nearly) full (and only partially stale) bag of cheddar booty in the pantry. And not that lame veggie booty, real, live, honest to goodness cheddar. The heavens parted and there it was.
Fresh bottle of Bombay Sapphire, fresh bottle of tonic, one not so fresh lime, and my book and I was set for an afternoon of time passing.
I have every intention of beginning golf lessons if I can remember what day of the week it is. Strike two.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
No, YOU are watching Fried Green Tomatoes in your sweats at 11:30 am.
What a summer this has been. What a real doozy. Yesterday it finally got sunny again. I had a big date with my backyard, a book, and a random cat who scaled my fence and scared the bejeeze out of me.
Once upon a time, I had a blog.
Then one day, I remembered I still had it.
It is a beautiful, sunny Saturday. The world is my oyster. What do I choose to do? Sit on my couch in my favorite blue J.Crew sweat pants and oogle the interwebs. Per usual. My excuse? Running clothes are in the dryer. Not...quite...dry...yet. I hate how crowded the trail on which I run gets on weekends. It makes me procrastinate even more than normal.
I am drooling over TOMS. Hard. I want them. I do not in anyway, shape, or form need them. I need more shoes like I need a hole in my head. However, so cute. Also, one for one? Yes, please. Way to sucker me in, TOMS. I want red. I know red is NOT practical (Read: Yellow espadrilles in closet, never worn.) I would settle for a nice olive green or other neutral. I would like them to be delivered to my doorstep. ASAP. Thanks. I need them forsitting on my couch all of the places I am going these days.
I spent a long weekend in ID with the whole blasted family. Was delightful. Did some serious lake floating. Did some serious partaking in adult beverages. Did some serious sleeping on hard surfaces. I think I am fully recuperated and ready for round two. Round two, where are you?
It is a beautiful, sunny Saturday. The world is my oyster. What do I choose to do? Sit on my couch in my favorite blue J.Crew sweat pants and oogle the interwebs. Per usual. My excuse? Running clothes are in the dryer. Not...quite...dry...yet. I hate how crowded the trail on which I run gets on weekends. It makes me procrastinate even more than normal.
I am drooling over TOMS. Hard. I want them. I do not in anyway, shape, or form need them. I need more shoes like I need a hole in my head. However, so cute. Also, one for one? Yes, please. Way to sucker me in, TOMS. I want red. I know red is NOT practical (Read: Yellow espadrilles in closet, never worn.) I would settle for a nice olive green or other neutral. I would like them to be delivered to my doorstep. ASAP. Thanks. I need them for
I spent a long weekend in ID with the whole blasted family. Was delightful. Did some serious lake floating. Did some serious partaking in adult beverages. Did some serious sleeping on hard surfaces. I think I am fully recuperated and ready for round two. Round two, where are you?
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