“a jacket is like wearing a hug.”
One of my yoga buddies said that. Thank you Kathy for that gem.
This week, it’s been in the 90s with a heat index pushing into the 100s.
So is it weird that I’m so tired I want to turn the air conditioning down to 60 and curl up in my old navy fleece jacket with a cat in my lap and listen to the rain?
Going to PinkGirl’s dance show at 7pm instead.
Then taking the kids to Del Taco because they’ve been NAGGING me to take them all week. (do yourself a favor and do NOT Google Del Taco nutritional information. seriously)
Then taking FavoriteSon to Walmart to get him a fishing license because he’s turned 16 since he last went fishing.
Then can I come home and do nothing?