Exhibit A: In the morning, I scroll through Tastespotting, or, as I like to think of it: food porn at its best. By the time I'm done, I'm so vicariously spent that I find no problem with serving my children breakfast for dinner, as I did tonight. This is either brilliant or lazy.
*thinking*
Well...it's lazy. It's lazy because I wouldn't have done it if the SU had been here.
Exhibit B: It is now 9:24 pm, and I am already hunkered down and ready to turn off the lights. This is either brilliant or lazy.
*thinking*
It's brilliant. Vida woke up at three this morning to regale me with the details of what she described as the "scariest nightmare ever." I didn't quite understand what was so scary about a cat who "wouldn't move out of the way no matter WHAT," but I suppose that nightmares, like anything else, are relative. I rolled over to the freezing-cold side of the bed and let her claim the warm spot. An hour or so later, another small person wandered into the room. She didn't even say anything. Just climbed over me and took over the middle of the bed. I watched the clock tick off the minutes for about half an hour, and then I guess I fell asleep. Or maybe—judging from the way I feel right now—I ran a marathon and lifted some weights. So, yes, it's a brilliant idea to go to sleep at 9:24 pm.
If you're keeping score, that's one point for Brilliant and one point for Lazy. I will now take my brilliant, lazy ass to bed.
1 comment:
Breakfast for dinner--serving a bowl of cereal equals lazy...serving pancakes, french toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, any or all of the above equals brillant!
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