Sunday morning at home.
Eating pot roast for breakfast.
Washing paint out of Buck Moss' tail.
Drinking pots of coffee.
Listening to ITunes shuffle of course. Because with shuffle you run into all the music you didn't know you wanted to listen to.
Ending sentences with prepositions because you don't care and neither do I.
Will open windows first because it's a cool 74 degrees and birds are twittering and tweeting in the trees outside the window and the sun is shining and it's Sunday and I have the entire 24 hour day OFF.
Someone down the street is playing Dirty Dancing's Hungry Eyes. It's booming down the street. It is not unpleasant. Not at all. Now Patrick Swayze is extending his hand for a dance. Oh crap. I hope he doesn't think he can lift me like he did Baby.
Happy Sunday xoxo