Wednesdays Are My Saturday

I don't have any kids to watch today... well... except my own.

I've got bins of Christmas decorations piled all over the floor.

I've got a book I'm reading and would like to stay curled in my chair, mocking my neighbor's tacky Christmas decorations, and read.

I've also got to go to the bank, the grocery store, put away laundry, and, tonight, clean the entire house... but whose keeping track? Maybe Wednesdays aren't so much like Saturdays after all.

But I'm going to sit and read for an hour first (that is the plan anyway)

Baby's been sick all week (really sick... I'll tell you about that... and Mr F's sobbing breakdown... for reals... later) and while she is seeming better... what's another hour of TV at this point?

Oh I made entire batch of White Trash after the mean lady picked up her baby. Mr F and I ate it all in less than 24 hours. Don't make it. It has got to be the world's most addictive food.

Last night I said to Mr F...

"Well, now that my stomach is so full I'm upchucking in my own mouth, it's time to go watch The Biggest Loser."