Plans go to shit
I'm on my own for the weekend.
Hubby going away for the weekend.
Do I spend Friday night folding laundry, vacuuming rooms, finishing up yard work like originally planned?
Fuck no!
I drank 4 awesome beers at my favorite bar reading the newest release of my favorite author.
Now I'm home, watching DVR'ed eppies of my favorite shows while laundry languishes in the dryer, plants continue to grow, dust continues to congregate.
Oh well.
Hubby going away for the weekend.
Do I spend Friday night folding laundry, vacuuming rooms, finishing up yard work like originally planned?
Fuck no!
I drank 4 awesome beers at my favorite bar reading the newest release of my favorite author.
Now I'm home, watching DVR'ed eppies of my favorite shows while laundry languishes in the dryer, plants continue to grow, dust continues to congregate.
Oh well.