Saturday is traditionally a day that I don’t post to the blog, but I’m trying everything to remember to do it because of NaBloPoMo.
Saturday is my “slam all my errands into one day” day usually, though that’s been thrown to hell since Elizabeth’s birthday two weeks ago. My laundry that needs to be done weighs more than her at the moment, and we’ll soon be eating the last box of Mac N Cheese if I don’t go to the grocery store soon. So what am I doing? Writing this, coding the layout on a freelance project, and trying to get as much done before 4pm when I want to go to the write-in at a coffeeshop in Decatur.
When did weekends become work and not fun? Oh yeah, I’m a grownup.
