There is something to be said about the Friday after Thanksgiving. Especially when you don't shop. I'm not that crazy.
Ahhh....the dregs of the food comma that started yesterday have a pleasant effect. As I type this, I am watching the Oregon State Beavers kick some major butt of the University of Oregon Ducks, while wearing my silky black pajamas and a Beaver jersey. My husband is cozied up under a blanket on the couch and the son is hanging at a friends house. And if I close my eyes, I cannot see the rest of the mess from yesterday that still needs to be cleaned up.
And the best part of that, is that I have to work tomorrow and I know that most likely the mess will be gone by the time I get home. Ain't life grand?
But of course in my life, nothing comes without having to pay for it, but I think I will save that one for tomorrow. Right now I'm going to take a nap. My husband on the couch is looking pretty darn comfy.
Go Beavers!
Ahhh....the dregs of the food comma that started yesterday have a pleasant effect. As I type this, I am watching the Oregon State Beavers kick some major butt of the University of Oregon Ducks, while wearing my silky black pajamas and a Beaver jersey. My husband is cozied up under a blanket on the couch and the son is hanging at a friends house. And if I close my eyes, I cannot see the rest of the mess from yesterday that still needs to be cleaned up.
And the best part of that, is that I have to work tomorrow and I know that most likely the mess will be gone by the time I get home. Ain't life grand?
But of course in my life, nothing comes without having to pay for it, but I think I will save that one for tomorrow. Right now I'm going to take a nap. My husband on the couch is looking pretty darn comfy.
Go Beavers!
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