June told me that nobody ever reads blogs on Saturday so she said it might be fun to post in pictures what our Saturday looked like. I told her I’d do it, and then took pictures up until noon at which point my activity for the day pretty much ground to a halt and involved a lot of sitting on the couch and being only vaguely aware of where my children were.
So, here you go, June.
I slept in late because, well, sleeping in is my love language.
I then caffeinated in my Saturday mug.
Then I ate breakfast on my everyday dishes (Lenox, Poppies on Blue, just like everybody who got married in the early 90s)
I drank more coffee.
Tied on the old running shoes and went to the gym because 40 is barreling down like a loaded semi.
Forgot my headphones so I watched silent TV.
Got the giggles at the man in the Judas Priest concert t-shirt wearing fisherman sandals.
Rocking out to some 80s music.
Fixed some homemade tortillas in the skillet (which Baby A declared was an “unpleasant scent” to which I replied “Much like your feet.”)
Ate them with black beans.
(The tortillas, not his feet.)
Then took a nap on the couch and read books until supper time, after which Craig and the boys played “Who’s taller”.
And then was about to go to bed and checked on the blog and realized that my stats were going a little haywire and read June’s blog and realized I should have posted.
So I did.
Have a nice day.