I have had the best weekend. I slept in on Saturday after going out with the girls to a scary Cowboy bar. Had the whole Helen Hunt thing reinforced multiple times Friday night. Some of you will get that. (Am now watching reruns of Mad About You.)
Went to work briefly on Saturday, but only to get my shit together for my trip to California on Monday. Then took a huge long nap on the couch with the dogs listening to the rain. Got up and made a Walmart run, then laid on the couch some more. Brilliant Saturday. This morning I refused to get out of bed until 9:30, major sleep in time. I don't have to do a cotton pickin' thing except laundry and pack for tomorrow and I just don't have the motivation.
Why is it I get sooo much more done when I'm going 90 miles an hour and trying to accomplish 8 things at once?
Went to work briefly on Saturday, but only to get my shit together for my trip to California on Monday. Then took a huge long nap on the couch with the dogs listening to the rain. Got up and made a Walmart run, then laid on the couch some more. Brilliant Saturday. This morning I refused to get out of bed until 9:30, major sleep in time. I don't have to do a cotton pickin' thing except laundry and pack for tomorrow and I just don't have the motivation.
Why is it I get sooo much more done when I'm going 90 miles an hour and trying to accomplish 8 things at once?