The scene: my bedroom, early morning. Breakfast was made for me, as was a greeting card. It was delivered to my bedside with shouts of “Mommeeeee!” and “Happy Mudder’s Day!”
Alas, I could not actually eat it without banishing the chef and artist from the room:
You see my coffee, there to my left? Growing cold. I am serious about my coffee. The banishment was necessary.
I was also given the gift of several uninterrupted hours of alone time today, during which I padded around the house with a homemade cosmopolitan (or two) and attempted to cross things off The List. I have resolved to let this be a day of relative non-accomplishment. As such, I found some fun things on the Internets!
A blog called OMG. OMG. OMFG. Brilliantly named, right?
How to cook and eat an artichoke.
And in the R-rated (or perhaps X) category, something called “air sex.” If you can imagine it, it exists somewhere. Oy.
Glad you dig it, KTP.
I have always had such a hard time getting around to drinking my coffee that I have learned to love taking it at room temperature and will go as far as asking restaurants to have it ready for me ten minutes before my reservation so I can be sure to enjoy it just so.
Hey, when life gives you hectic, own up to being a writer and make it eccentric. 😉
Air sex?
I told my hubby that I don’t have genitals anymore, so I think I totally qualify for air sex. It’s so much neater, too.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, KTP!