20 minutes and counting...
20 minutes and counting to my weekend....
Just ate 2 bags of Cool Ranch Doritos--2 because the first bag got stuck on the coil thingy in the vending machine, so had to buy a 2nd bag in order to push original down. Yep, ate them both. And a Diet Coke. On slow afternoons such as this, I'm weak.
Bob Marley is on the radio. Jamaica, I can't wait to visit you! I hope that reggae is all we hear for SIX SOLID DAYS. I hope we hear so much reggae while we're in Jamaica that I never want to hear it again. It's music that makes me feel so good. It's so summery. It will be perfect for my wintery old withery 30-year-old self! Just perfect.
Nothing much is in store for the weekend. I'm pooped after last weekend (and broke). Jonathan and Jen are coming over for chili and football on Sunday. Tonight we will most likely watch "A Very Long Engagement." I've got to tell you, I am not psyched about the movie. It actually looks rather snore-ific. I've been putting off watching it, but alas...if I want a new movie I need to buckle down and watch. Those are household Netflix rules: nothing goes returned unwatched.
Well, color me gabby, but I do believe I have done an extraordinary amount of posting in days of late. Are you reading?
Who has been reading?