slug

Ugh. I have no ambition this week. All I want to do is lay around and eat ice cream, which I don't even have. I was *this* close to throwing together a batch of chocolate chip cookies, but decided at the last second that it was too much effort. I mean, seriously. I don't even need a recipe for that, and I couldn't even be bothered to make them. What a slug I am. Fortunately for me I have ankle biters who need constant attention (read: frequent feedings and juice) or else I might not even get out of bed on days like this. I will admit that I am sporting my pjs at the ripe ol' hour of 6:30. And the hair's a mess. But at least I made it until evening before I self-destructed into "blob" me.

And now it's time for the tots to turn in and DH is out with the guys. Quiet calm is ready to greet me. So I am about to settle in with some junk tv and net surfing and relax. Ahhh.