Good morning, everyone. It’s Sunday, if you couldn’t tell. I’ve been up since before my alarm, as usual. Someone woke me up with their litter box habits. On the other hand, it was after sunrise. Count your blessings and all that, right?
Yesterday’s plans of doing absolutely fuck-all were foiled by an Alabama shopping trip for patio chairs. To be fair, they’re a fabulous pumpkin color that looks great in the yard. Then we went to the outlets because Brian wanted to look at hats*. Brian went to the sporty store, Mom took off to Vera Bradley, and I headed into a shoe store. I came very close to dropping a lot of money on shoes.
By the time we made it back to the house, the skies were clouding over. We had a few thunderstorms pass over us. I ended up staying inside. No poi for me. The remainder of the night was a blend of HGTV, TBS, and Assassin’s Creed.
I believe today will be more of the same, on all fronts except the shopping. As a bonus, we’re going to the Compound for dinner.
Yay.
*Brian doesn’t wear hats.
Sunday Sunday SUNDAY!