I always mean to do something with my Saturday mornings. On Friday afternoon, I’m all about making mental plans for Saturday mornings. I’ll go through the rest of the clothes in my closet and get the ones that need to go to Goodwill to Goodwill (surprise, fat chicks of Nashville! Have a beautiful suit or bridesmaid dress!). I’ll do dishes. I’ll walk the dog. I’ll at least shave my legs.
And here it is, ten fifteen and I’ll I’ve managed to do is make sure that my doctor is covered by Blue Cross so that I can go see her next week.
Well, and listened to this song about 18 times, because, I have to tell you, America, there’s not much you can do standing up that’s legal, that’s more fun than dancing around your place to the dulcet tones of Sublime.
It reminds me of Danny, not for any good reason. I don’t know how you’d do it with the kids and everything, but it would be good fun to get my brothers and Mark and Danny together again.
Maybe I’ll conquer that next Saturday morning…
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