No matter what time I get to bed, my body wants to sleep until the last possible moment before i have to go to work. I keep trying to remember that I need to get up, as I have things to do - but stuff like that is hard to think about when I'm comfy under blankets, and my instinct is to slam my hand into the "snooze" button over and over again. I'll admit it, I'm an abuser of the snooze button.
But today I'm up, and as soon as i get myself a little caffeinated and a little fed and off this computer, I'm going to pick up some trash and do some laundry and maybe even some dishes. I may be productive before work.
Michael isn't going to the river with me and neither is Steph. Steph is too busy, and Michael can't get the time off on such short notice. So I'm going by myself - with my family, which is pretty much the same thing - and i'm going to have a good time anyway. heaven knows i need it.
I'm going to buy a box of beer and pack my own little ice chest and drink them all, while i lie in the sand with my toes in the water and the radio on. I'm either going to stave off any smidge of a tan with my SPF 50, or forget it entirely and come back burned up and and a nice shade of pink. it usually goes either way.
I'm also going to be a super-nerd and bring my knitting.
Dishes are done. I accomplished something!!! holy jeebus.
I know I'm an adult, but I still want a gold star or something when i do something right.
I've been saying this for a year (or more) but there needs to be another party. I think I'm getting closer to the point with my house that it could be done. You will be updated on a need-to-know basis.
Dammit, i really wan\ted Michael to be able to go to the river with me. I miss him.