There isn't much that makes me happier than dancing. Maybe beer. But, dancing with a beer on a week night. Now that's a party. Even if the only ones attending are a man, a toddler, 2 dogs, 3 cats, and me.
I saw cat and dog fur on the rugs tonight. Quite a bit of it. And I closed my eyes and looked away. I stepped over about 12 toy cars. I put only the grossest dishes in the dishwasher and started it. I did one load of laundry, with the hindering help of a 2-year-old. I put on old jeans and just wasted time. I felt young again listening to "old" music..."vintage" Nirvana, some G'n'R, a little Johnny Cash, and some Sinatra. Yep. A little vacation anticipation.
It was a good night.
And I don't think it's over yet. Because my laziness has no bounds...this is all you're getting.