“My thoughts were short, my hair was long.” (no prize offered nor given for correctly identifying artist/song)
I spent most of my weekend outside. It was hot. Most of the activity I partook (that IS a word, yes?) in was sitting around drinking. On a deck, in a lounge chair, by the pool, drying off by the fire after I was thrown INTO said pool. Then doing it again the next day. Drank too much, ate a lot, sat around.
It occurred to me that this was actually a very boring weekend. In a good way. and I feel SOOO tired today! sluggard.
No one bugged me about my blog and I spared everyone IRL all the stuff I enjoy about ‘blugging’. Dreck & dross, perhaps or not, but sure is fun. Sometimes, it feels like I lead a double life. Or triple life. Triple life doesn’t sound right though… Sure is curious.
Carry on! [Don't forget, Project Runway is Wednesday!]
“Sipping whisky from a bottle, not thinkin’ bout tomorrow…”