Icky Rainy Days
I'm tired. It seems that the lovely warm weather has been replaced by cold rainy weather. It announced it's arrival with a lovely thunderstorm around 5ish this morning, just interrupting my last pleasant hour of sleep. Ugh.
Days like this don't do much to motivate me in the first place, but being tired doesn't help get me moving. I'm really looking forward to ten days with my husband. He just really makes family time special. He's great to travel with. Doesn't mind taking his good old time to get somewhere, seeing sights along the way. (Don't worry Steve, I won't make you stop at South of the Border this time. Wouldn't want you to back into Pedro again anyway!) He loves our family and being with us, making special memories together. He's just so great. (Hey, honey, may I go out and buy myself new shoes and an Easter dress? *bats eyes and smiles*)
So I'm thinking I going to head to the store, get a Starbucks for some energy, maybe some sushi for lunch and come back here and tackle the laundry. Although, I do have one more day after today, and packing is so much fun if you cram it in at the last minute, right?
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We stopped at south of the border on our way home from Florida. That place was weird..now you have to tell us about Steve backing into Pedro. They sell good fireworks.
I had this same problem last week, it was so rainy and nasty and I let the house go to crap and now I have a back log of laundry a mile high. Ughhhh.
packing is so much fun if you cram it in at the last minute, right?
Well that's certainly the philosophy that I'm using as I sit here surfing Vox and Flickr and trying to ignore the fact that in 24 hours I'll be on a plane and nothing, and I mean NOTHING, has been done. Makes it more exciting :)
"Hey, honey, may I go out and buy myself new shoes and an Easter dress? *bats eyes and smiles*)"
That's just wrong. How could I possibly say no to that question now that it's been publicly asked on Vox?? I say no, and the next thing I know, I've got your whole neighborhood turned against me. Jamie will be sending up her crazy, jumping, sucidal Koi to attack me. Hannabanana will stop over on her way to England to beat the crap out of me with her *cricket* bat. I'm not exactly sure what Alisa will do, but it will probably involve Joe Rogan somehow, Kristen will have two crazy unicorns showing up at my door attempting to rip out my kidney. Dewitte's assult will no doubt involve a bonfire and illigal fireworks. Rhi will kill me, bury me in her backyard, dig me up two days later and then dissect me with a X-acto knife. And during all this, I'm sure that Ryeli, Yayagirl, Hops, and all your other photography inclined neighbors will be present to document my demise.
So yeah, no problem, OF COURSE you can buy yourself new shoes and an easter dress sweet heart! In fact.......I insist.