Thursday, June 11, 2015

48 hours

It's 9:00 on Thursday night. By this time Saturday, I need to be packed and ready to go Sunday morning.

And, all of a sudden, I'm in a dead panic about Texas.

Am I doing laundry, or anything else even remotely productive in the way of packing/prepping? Uh... no. Instead, I'm sitting in my bed, eating ice cream and marathoning Covert Affairs on Netflix.

And when I'm done with this ice cream, I'm gonna give myself an Ativan chaser and get ready for bed.

I am soooooo not a real grownup.

2 comments:

Jenni said...

Being an adult is highly overrated. Ice cream and Netflix is our only way to survive.

Sabrina Gardner said...

As long as you have yourself and some clothes, what else do you need? ;)