That is terrible. Is it shameful to admit that each year, I number a posit note from 1-180 and I count down the days starting on the first. Maybe next year I'll add the year to. 25.1-25.180. That's a little too depressing though.
Also, B is the only correct answer. C would be chocolate-covered cake.
I just spent the last half hour taming ivy in the front and my head sweats so damned much. It's like I dunked it. OK, now to deal with the back ivy. And then possibly actually dunk my head. It's not even that hot out!
Is it too early for me to give up on doing anything today?
I'm just making up for all the sleeping I did yesterday.
OK, back ivy beaten back. Plant people, with tulip bulbs I'm storing until I plant them in the fall, do I cut the stems off?
I should eat something before I start getting irrational.
I cleaned up the fire pit from last night's flaming fruit experiment and walked the cat. There's some household cleaning that needs to happen, but otherwise today's forecast is "Continuing Lazy with a 75% chance of fic." Then it's four days of work and a week off. Yay!
I failed to make my soufflé yesterday, but I've got it in the oven now. It could not be described as chocolate. That much is clear.
Three-day weekends are da bomb. I should mow the lawn and do laundry, but I kind of don't care if I actually do anything or not. Holiday!
I'm sorry, Sue. When I've had jobs I dreaded that much, having time off so I could realize how much I didn't want to go back was almost worse than working every day. I hope you can find something else to escape to.
Sara, if the leaves have turned yellow, go for it.
So I woke up this morning with Monica to discover I had been sleeping on a piece of chocolate. It melted all over my back and the bed sheet.
It was some amazing TJ's chocolate.
They aren't quite all yellow, but were withering. SHould I wait until they are dried out completely?