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Easter recap
Apr. 9th, 2007 09:17 amFood.
Food.
Food.
Food.
Dessert.
Stuffed.
Tired.
Tired.
Tired.
Yeah, that's pretty much it. I ate a ridiculous amount of food until my stomach was pretty much rock hard, and then ate dessert. Then I was in a coma for several hours until a big sugar crash, so I ate a sandwich and suddenly all was well with the world. Good times!
The sun is coming up earlier again, which means I am too. Daylight starts streaming in around 6:30am - I prefer more on the 7:00 end of things because when the sun's up, I'm up... and I'd like to sleep as long as possible, please. Still, it's hard to beat waking up to bright sun (even if it's cold), and I've managed to plow through several loads of laundry and other inane household tasks.
There is a ridiculous amount of MEAT in our refrigerator thanks to Easter leftovers (why aren't there ever any mashed potato leftovers? *sigh*) and my aunt insists on giving us multiple portions of dessert even though a) we asked not to receive any and b) we try not to eat junk like that. I know she doesn't want it in HER house either, but still. Perhaps I can pawn it off on the kids at work or something. Don't college kids inherently love junk? :)
Food.
Food.
Food.
Dessert.
Stuffed.
Tired.
Tired.
Tired.
Yeah, that's pretty much it. I ate a ridiculous amount of food until my stomach was pretty much rock hard, and then ate dessert. Then I was in a coma for several hours until a big sugar crash, so I ate a sandwich and suddenly all was well with the world. Good times!
The sun is coming up earlier again, which means I am too. Daylight starts streaming in around 6:30am - I prefer more on the 7:00 end of things because when the sun's up, I'm up... and I'd like to sleep as long as possible, please. Still, it's hard to beat waking up to bright sun (even if it's cold), and I've managed to plow through several loads of laundry and other inane household tasks.
There is a ridiculous amount of MEAT in our refrigerator thanks to Easter leftovers (why aren't there ever any mashed potato leftovers? *sigh*) and my aunt insists on giving us multiple portions of dessert even though a) we asked not to receive any and b) we try not to eat junk like that. I know she doesn't want it in HER house either, but still. Perhaps I can pawn it off on the kids at work or something. Don't college kids inherently love junk? :)
