This weekend I made a list of all the things I’ve been putting off forever. I thought to myself, “Self, this will be the weekend where you get it all done.” Mainly because the boy was out of town and I had nothing in particular planned, so I got to list writing. Is it just me, or do you get so excited about writing things with your hands that you just keep adding things to the list? My lists are never I-can-accomplish-this oriented; they’re how-much-can-I-write-before-this-pen-runs-out-of-ink? oriented. To a normal person, maybe my Saturday of getting an eye exam, oil change, tail light replacement, bathroom scrub-sesh and fall-crafting-time would seem sufficient, but according to my list I am a complete and utter failure. I never got to laundry, clothing donation or getting my jeans hemmed, but I did learn that Season 5 of Pretty Little Liars is on Netflix (aka my Friday night) and I attended my first Oakland Pride, spent quality time with my roomies and cuddled a lot with the sausage dog. Overall I’d consider it a solid weekend. I guess I should do laundry now.
Your weekend sounds productive and still fun! It's been a while since I've checked that many things off my to-do list.
"Oh, woo. Look at the time. I still gotta brush my teeth, feed the hog, still got some homework to do, still got those bills to pay, wash the car…" 😀
OMG that pizza!! yum
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Looks like a successful weekend to me!!