I've already gone to the bank and post office. On my way home I went to Target to pick up a few things on the grocery side. The only other thing I got was a laundry hamper because ours is falling apart.
And here's a picture of it. Take it slowly, people. Too much excitement all at once isn't good for you.
I made homemade rolls Saturday and we made little ham sandwiches. Of course, I had a couple with butter and honey because, well, you just have to when you make homemade rolls. It's a rule or the law or something.
I sorted and cleaned out my stash of yarn yesterday. I have three huge Rubbermaid boxes that I keep under my bed and they are all filled with yarn. I guess I'll go in there and stare at it and see if anything strikes my fancy. Okay, I'm lying. I'm not going in there and pull out all that yarn again. I already know I don't want to crochet. Maybe I'll make a cake. Nah, I don't want to mess up the kitchen. I don't even want to surf the innernets either. What's the matter with me? I hate days like this because the one thing I do want to do is EAT. Ugh.
Does anybody want to come over? We can do nothing together. Maybe drink some iced tea and rock in the rocking chairs on my back porch in our pretty sundresses and bare feet? (Unless you're a guy. Then the sundress part would just be weird.) If it gets too hot, we can turn on the sprinkler and run through it. And then we can braid each other's hair and let it dry in the sun, and then we'd take it down and have crimpy hair the rest of the day. Doesn't that sound like fun?