doing the kidsis's homework (only, really not)
My kidsis who is (as you all know!) the brightest, most talented, amazing and funny twelve-year old in the whole entire world, has this writing assignment where she's supposed to describe what she would do on a hypothetical day off from school in excessive detail. (It's a 5-paragraph-essay with intro, what I would do in the morning, what I would do in the afternoon, what I would do at night, and a conclusion.) My dad and I had lots of fun describing what we'd do with our days off and asking all sorts of inane questions about how interesting/realistic/inventive she had to be (apparently you can't change details like how old you are, and you can't, for instance, go to the moon, but you can start the day in Paris, or whatever.) It's all very complicated! And as for me, my Perfect Day Off would begin with me sleeping till noon wrapped around the world's most wonderful girl and would involve ordering pizza and watching Farscape or something while drinking Pepsi, then falling asleep at five in the morning during a rerun of original Trek.
But that's enough about me. Tell me your Ideal Day Off. No obligations, no chores, no need, let's say, to wake up early the next morning. Some limited amount of godmodding is okay (you can make the weather nice and warm or dark and rainy as you desire), but not too much ("and then Allison Janney would come into the room and frell me senseless! And then I'd eat a Kit-Kat bar.")
And with that, mes amis, I'm going to bed.
But that's enough about me. Tell me your Ideal Day Off. No obligations, no chores, no need, let's say, to wake up early the next morning. Some limited amount of godmodding is okay (you can make the weather nice and warm or dark and rainy as you desire), but not too much ("and then Allison Janney would come into the room and frell me senseless! And then I'd eat a Kit-Kat bar.")
And with that, mes amis, I'm going to bed.