July 14, 2004

Do Nothing Days

All I wanted to do this morning was sleep late and lounge around in my pajamas; drink my coffee (erm, that's tea, shhh); sit in my living room; stare out at the mountains curtained by the smokey grey clouds; listen to the younger girls giggle while playing dolls.

Alas, piano lessons and grocery shopping and other necessary errands pull me out of my pajamas and into my clothes; off my couch and into my van. The dolls are put away and piano books are collected. So, I will save it for another day.


Posted by Rae at July 14, 2004 10:38 AM

Amen to that! That's all I have wanted to do all summer! That and read, read, read. I have three and a half weeks left until I have to, um, I mean get to start the new school year with the children. sigh. "Summer days, driftin away..."

Posted by: Kris at July 14, 2004 11:23 AM

Oh my... Did you know, the three fastest things in the whole unverse are the speed of light, one's own life, and summer days... *sigh*

Posted by: Eduardo at July 14, 2004 12:27 PM

Okay, this is hilarious; I shall give you a foretaste...

The Woman's Guide to What a Man is Really Saying...

I'm hungry. = I'm hungry.
I'm sleepy. = I'm sleepy.

I'm tired. = I'm tired.

Do you want to go to a movie? = I'd eventually like to have sex with you.

Can I take you out to dinner? = I'd eventually like to have sex with you.

Can I call you sometime? = I'd eventually like to have sex with you.

What's wrong? = What meaningless self-inflicted psychological trauma are you going through now?

What's wrong? = I guess sex tonight is out of the question.

I'm bored. = Do you want to have sex?

I love you. = Let's have sex now.

Go read it all!

Just A Little Insight

Posted by: Kris at July 14, 2004 09:04 PM

I know what you mean! I drifted in and out of awareness this a.m., lulled by soft rain and deep, gutteral thunder, only to be ripped back to reality by the shrill, piercing ring of the phone. I HATE ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL (or Philippe Reis)!

Posted by: Kelli at July 16, 2004 08:47 AM
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