Life? It’s good. Even though I’m old.
I love Sundays.
I slept in until eleven o’clock this morning. Pure luxury compared to my early rising weekdays lately.
I’m lounging around in loose, low slung shorts and a tank, enjoying the breeze drifting thru my house.
I’ve got fabulous coffee in a mug by my elbow.
Life? It’s good.
(The coffee, btw. It’s Caribou and it was a total impulse buy. The image on the bag, the name of the blend and the description totally sold me, even though I’d never tried it before. The image is a deep brown leather chair in front of a fire in a dimly lit room. The name of it is Mahogany. And the description reads: Bold, molasses, spice and semi-sweet chocolate flavors combine with notes of aromatic woods and leather to create a comfortably rugged and robust dark roast blend. How could I not buy it? Yes, I want to be in that chair, in front of that fire. Yes, Mahogany sounds warm and dark and sensual. And the description made me drool. Thank gods it’s actually good. So few impulse buys are.)
I’ve got reviews to type up but I’m not allowing myself to feel rushed about them. I’ve got a house I should clean up but I’m not allowing myself to feel guilty about not doing that, either.
I’m having a “me” day, damn it.
I’ll get things done but I’ll do it in my own time, when I feel like it and because it makes me happy to do them at that moment.
I’m going to grill pork chops later with some corn on the cob and some garlicky little red potatoes.
Yeah. Life is good.
And on that note, I believe I’ll go work on some reviews. Or bother Taylor in the basement. He just picked up an old treadle sewing machine and it’s cute to watch him be all excited and stuffs.
Or maybe I’ll go stare at my wrinkles and gray hair cuz I’m feeling old at the moment. The Teen just came home holding hands with his girlfriend, who wanted to meet me.
I still remember BEING that age very clearly. I can’t believe I’m old enough to have a lovey dovey teenager myself.
I wonder if I should pick up a package of condoms. You know. Just in case?….
I would buy condoms if I were you, if you don’t mind the awkwardness of giving them to the boy. Or if he has money from an allowance or a job, pull him aside and tell him to buy some, just in case. I got some free condoms from a toy company that wanted me to promote them on my blog, and I gave like 3 to one of my nephews when I found out he’d lost his virginity. You just never know. *shrug*
Hope you continue to enjoy your “me” day. :-)
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hey YOU feel old… hell woman.. Sir and i spent the day yesterday with baby grandson – who is gonna be 3 !!! my god talk about feeling OLD !!!
Glad you are enjoying a “me” day – we all deserve them from time to time :)
morningstar (owned by Warren)
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Okay, three things-
1. Garlicky little potatoes are yum.
2. You could always buy a pack and just…sneakily leave them on his dresser, where he can find them, but not ask about them, and just take them quietly, no discussion neccessary. lol
3. And I don’t think you should feel old, since seeing your avatar picture dealy on Eden, I always just thought you were in your 20′s. *shrug* =)
You’re way too sweet. :) I’ll be forty in December.
And that is a really, really good idea on the condoms. Thank you!
Always, always! have condoms accessible, either just leave them on his dresser or hand them to him directly & ya really don’t have to say a word. lol.
My daughter just had a depo shot but she knows where the condoms are kept too. Gah, I try not to think about it too much, just keep buying them. Planned Parenthood is the cheapest evahhh–if you have one nearby. But they base it on my income & I’m a broke-ass ho. lol.
The coffee sounds incredible. I usually end up with duds when I veer away from my usual & I hate wasting money.
Awesome on the treadle machine–I have my great-grandmother’s Singer. It will sew thru leather like butter, my aunt used to do upholstery on it as well. They are TOUGH machines. I had to buy a new belt & couldn’t find it anywhere–until I went to an Amish community about 30 miles from here.
Hope you had a great ‘me’ day, you deserve it!
How did this happen? I look in the mirror and I am confused by the reflection of the image I see. Seriously, I am only 27 (in my mind at least) . With a 17 year old daughter I find myself at the condom stage as well. The solution for me was to introduce them in a fun and none awkward way – so I let the Easter Bunny do it. A basket full of condoms! Her expression was priceless.
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