Husband brought home my buddies Ben and Jerry for a (probably brief) visit.
Only 1 of 3 kids has something going tonight, and it includes a ride home.
My grand plan included all this, along with high hopes for an inspired slice.
I've been looking forward to this evening all day.
And I can barely stay awake to enjoy it. It seems a shame to waste it, and yet...
I had to force my eyes open to check the score.
It took me 15 minutes to gather the strength to open my laptop and write a sleepy slice.
I'm debating the the odds that my ice cream will be eaten by someone other than me if I try to convince that someone to get it out of the freezer.
My book is by the other sofa...in another room....the distance is just too great, and the book will have to wait.
So I'm not going to fight it. It seems that tomorrow, however, is looking pretty good.