There is nothing special about Wednesdays.
Feel free to disagree.
Yesterday went by at a breakneck pace. Today, not so much. We slept in until 7:30 this morning, listening to the rain. Should have gotten up for Yoga Booty Ballet. Didn’t. Got out the door in plenty of time to make my 9:30 conference call at work. Plodded through the rest of the day.
If anyone needs proof of how lazy we both are, here you go: we haven’t done the laundry I’ve been promising to do since the weekend (we still have clean clothes, so desperation hasn’t driven us to it yet) AND – this is the big one – our Christmas tree is still up.
While cooking our tortellini for dinner this evening, I noticed that it smelled like wet dog. Has this ever happened to anyone? It didn’t taste like wet dog. ‘Tis a mystery.