Take the night off…


So I don’t have nights off too often. But tonight, thanks to the fact that I skipped a meeting that I was pondering going to, I have about seven glorious hours with which to do nothing. It’s fantastic. A Responsible Student would be studying for the exam she has tomorrow night. But I have all day tomorrow too…so that can wait until then.

I got home from work at about 4:00 PM and changed right into my PJs. I immediately planted myself on the couch and watched the news, followed by Dr. Phil, followed by Martha. And then I got a little antsy, so I headed off to the Blogosphere to catch up with my friends. In between all this, I started reading three different books (re-reads) and put each one down within the first three chapters. I ate some chili, some crackers, and some Hershey’s Kisses. I rubbed some self-tanner on my shoulders and back (yes, my own back…it’s talent) to try to get rid of the bathing suit strap marks that will be glaringly obvious this weekend when I am wearing my strapless bridesmaid dress. And they are Speedo straps…not spaghetti straps.

This happens when I have nights off. I want to fit in everything I have been missing out on during the busy, busy week. There are TV shows to watch! There are magazines to read! There is chocolate to eat!

Now, I am heading upstairs to knit. And eat more chocolate. It’s going to be a long night. And that’s how I like it…


4 responses »

  1. Sounds relaxing. I would love to spend time watching tv in my pjs and keeping up with my blogging friends. I’m glad that you are able to enjoy some time to yourself with how busy you are.

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