Everybody's Working for the Weekend
I am off tomorrow, for my first paid holiday EVER. This is totally a good feeling. The possibilities abound as to what I could do...go to SF...shop...hang out in Tilden...drive down to MAC at Fourth Street and finally buy some lip gloss...get my hair cut. What will I probably do? Well, I have to get my hair cut, because I've been trying to make this appointment for 4 weeks now, but other than that, I see lots of TV in my future. I also see a pint of Double Rainbow coffee ice cream, which I bought last Sunday in anticipation of this day. It is going to ROCK. Matt has school, so I have the house totally to myself, which has not happened in a while, as we are both usually gone during the same hours, and then return and are at home for the same hours. I am looking forward to it immensely. I refuse to clean my house, which I definitely need to do. I refuse to even do the laundry. I flat out refuse. Somehow, somewhere there will be a Law and Order marathon, and folks, I will be there to watch it.
It is amazing just how much time this business of growing up takes. Even when I was in college and working a job and writing papers and doing whatever, I could somehow find time to watch a bit of TV, or veg out or whatever. Now, I work 8-5, get home at 5:30-6:00 depending on traffic, cook until around 6:30-7:00, eat, wash dishes and do laundry, do any tax/bill related money handling, and then manage to watch a TiVoed program before collapsing into bed with Carson McCullers all splayed out on my chest. There really is no time to just veg, especially with weekends being packed with all of the stuff I forgot to do during the week. So, tomorrow is a no-holds-barred veg-a-thon. I might gain 10 pounds while I'm at it, but it will be 10 lovely pounds, 10 pounds that I would relish in and love until my next round of walking work-outs, and fruit for dessert weeks takes it away.
Folks seem pretty excited about the long weekend here--it reminds you that just about everyone is pretty much a zombie at this point.
So anyway, when I post next (I'm really trying to do better with the length between my posts), I will have that stylish Nicole-Richie bob, hopefully a new tube of MAC lychee luxe lipgloss, and a Double Rainbow coffee ice cream gut. And I will have slept, and vegged, and been the laziest, most slothful beast around for a day. I will be lovely.
It is amazing just how much time this business of growing up takes. Even when I was in college and working a job and writing papers and doing whatever, I could somehow find time to watch a bit of TV, or veg out or whatever. Now, I work 8-5, get home at 5:30-6:00 depending on traffic, cook until around 6:30-7:00, eat, wash dishes and do laundry, do any tax/bill related money handling, and then manage to watch a TiVoed program before collapsing into bed with Carson McCullers all splayed out on my chest. There really is no time to just veg, especially with weekends being packed with all of the stuff I forgot to do during the week. So, tomorrow is a no-holds-barred veg-a-thon. I might gain 10 pounds while I'm at it, but it will be 10 lovely pounds, 10 pounds that I would relish in and love until my next round of walking work-outs, and fruit for dessert weeks takes it away.
Folks seem pretty excited about the long weekend here--it reminds you that just about everyone is pretty much a zombie at this point.
So anyway, when I post next (I'm really trying to do better with the length between my posts), I will have that stylish Nicole-Richie bob, hopefully a new tube of MAC lychee luxe lipgloss, and a Double Rainbow coffee ice cream gut. And I will have slept, and vegged, and been the laziest, most slothful beast around for a day. I will be lovely.
posted by Southern Belle at 7:27 PM
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