Confession:
My Tuesday nights electively consist of the following,
and I've finally decided to stop being embarrassed about it.
and I've finally decided to stop being embarrassed about it.
The dinner of choice changes, but the fact that I sit on my couch with a box of Kleenex, while eating carry-out and weeping over
is a usual constant.
I then proceed to make or return a couple phone calls,
tell whomever I'm speaking to that "I have a cold",
and when the sniffles go away and Tivo has recorded
I do it all over again!
Then to ensure the puffy eyes go down,
I hit up a little Showtime OnDemand
and enjoy every minute of
I hit up a little Showtime OnDemand
and enjoy every minute of
and
As a result, every Wednesday morning I double check with the
go-to barista at Starbucks as to how my eyes look before I walk to the el. She now knows my vices and we bond over how much we love the little boy (Max) on Parenthood. Ahhh, TV Tuesdays...
Me likey you :)
go-to barista at Starbucks as to how my eyes look before I walk to the el. She now knows my vices and we bond over how much we love the little boy (Max) on Parenthood. Ahhh, TV Tuesdays...
Me likey you :)
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