Bingley The Hutt Kind Of Day
I was planning on driving over to Geno’s today for lunch, but after all we ate and drank last night I may never eat again.* I just want to lounge here on the couch all day, watching the slave girls dance.
Which I don’t have.
But I do have a loudly snoring LabraDork next to me, so that’s a reasonable substitute, I guess.
*”again” being defined as “until my belly rumbles.”
Which it is doing now…
That pretty much sums up my plans today, minus the Labrador.
Once you’re on the couch with the labrador(k), it’s hard to get back on your feet again. . . except for the lure of more food and drink!
Incidentally – thank you very much for the invite! I was up to my elbows in sanding and priming all weekend* and thus did not approach a keyboard for the entire time. I’m sorry I missed the call, even if you didn’t actually go.
On the bright side, someday we may have an oven instead of a hole in the wall, and you can do a “What I’m Eating” on the road edition.
*No fooling – I still have a streak of primer on my forearm that won’t wash off.