I'm currently sitting on my living room rug. I would sit on the couch, but its covered in neat little stacks of freshly folded laundry. I was supposed to be more productive tonight but I wasn't. The laundry folding and a few movies is what I accomplished.
Also, I ate some Panera that Cory picked up for me. So, really, its been a pretty full night. I would have taken a picture of it for you, but I ate it all before I thought of that.
He and his friends had a big exam today, and they went for a celebratory late lunch afterwards. Cory called me at work to ask if I was planning something for dinner.
"Did you have something planned already for dinner? If you do, I won't go. If you don't, I'll get you something!"
He got me something. A turkey sandwich and a cup of broccoli and cheddar soup. It was delish. And cleanup was a breeze. Wrappers? Meet Trash. And done.
Eating takeout is worth it for that reason alone. Almost.Cory says, "Aren't you glad I made you dinner?"
Yes, dear. I love it when you make dinner.
I suppose I should put away this laundry now. But I think I'll just toddle off to bed instead. Gotta leave something for tomorrow, right? It's important to have goals.
P.S. Today is Mark Twain's 176th birthday. Happy birthday Marky Mark!