I was talking with my friend Sarah yesterday about what we did over the weekend. And I guess it's just a sign of getting older or tired that I was a little jealous when she said she did laundry. I used to be the guy who lived in NYC and was out until 4:30 in the morning on Sunday/Monday morning and had to get in three hours sleep before work. And here I am now saying: "Oh my God, that would be so great to spend a whole day just listening to NPR, doing laundry and cooking for a week. Luxury!"
But I guess those are the things I like to do now. I like to get caught up on my Real Housewives and fold laundry. I love going through my refrigerator and looking to see what needs to be cooked up. I love putting on my headphones and listening to my iPod while grocery shopping. I love looking through the circular and making shopping lists. I am so strange.
Am I just turning down the volume? Is that a bad thing? I could go through cookbooks and make new recipes all day. What is that saying about me? Is it saying good things or bad things?
I want to go to Savannah and hang out with Paula Deen. Wouldn't that be kind of fun?
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