I pause in doing absolutely nothing to make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post. I did muster up the wherewithal to go grocery shopping and do a load of laundry. If I can get enough oomph to make tomorrow’s lunch, I will feel pleased with myself. Of course, I will also feel that I should have done a few more things, but I try to celebrate every small win. Is that like giving myself a participation trophy? Let us not look too deeply into these things. I am already perilously close to swooning, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, of course.
Don’t drive too fast! It’s dangerous!
I don’t really mind Monday being so close. It is, after all, the natural progression of things. Who am I to argue with nature? Additionally, I always have the feeling that a new week can be a new beginning. Maybe this is the week I will finally get things right. I probably won’t, and the older I get the more I think, so what? Why do I constantly feel that I must achieve that mythical state of having my act together? Ah well, this is more of a philosophical question better suited to Lame Post Friday.
One of my favorite guys!
This is what I am enjoying right now: Columbo and a hot cup of coffee (and I said I was doing absolutely nothing!). I actually wanted to have a Severed Head Sunday by watching Bette Davis in Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte, but the DVD would not cooperate. Or maybe it was the player. I don’t question these things, I just look for another DVD to pop in.
I see I am over 250 words. I consider that sufficient for a lighthearted post on a Sunday afternoon. I thank you for tuning in and hope to see you again on Monday, monstrous or otherwise.
Mohawk Valley Girl 