Wow, cleaned!
Now what was the point of that, I wonder?
November 10, 2009
Saturday night of shame
Before leaving for our friend's birthday party, around 9 p.m. Greg and I lay down to have a little half-hour nap.
And then...errrrrrrrrr...it was instantly 2 a.m.?
Yes, we slept through Alyssa's birthday. Us = accidental assholes.
The only upside is that we woke up on Sunday morning at the unprecedented hour of 7:45.
So we had lots of time to make a nice breakfast:
Lima beans with toasted garlic. Scrambled eggs with kale in a toasted flour tortilla. Apple slices. Coffee and juice.
We also cleaned and vacuumed the entire apartment, put a bunch of stuff out on the curb, sorted our mountain of laundry, washed and dried it, did an hour of freelance work, cooked a turkey and trimmings, went to the Met and saw a million paintings, talked to family on the phone, and watched The Hound of the Baskervilles.
Crazy.
And then...errrrrrrrrr...it was instantly 2 a.m.?
Yes, we slept through Alyssa's birthday. Us = accidental assholes.
The only upside is that we woke up on Sunday morning at the unprecedented hour of 7:45.
So we had lots of time to make a nice breakfast:
Lima beans with toasted garlic. Scrambled eggs with kale in a toasted flour tortilla. Apple slices. Coffee and juice.
We also cleaned and vacuumed the entire apartment, put a bunch of stuff out on the curb, sorted our mountain of laundry, washed and dried it, did an hour of freelance work, cooked a turkey and trimmings, went to the Met and saw a million paintings, talked to family on the phone, and watched The Hound of the Baskervilles.
Crazy.
Found by Greg!
World's smallest sunglasses!
I'm sending these pictures to the Guinness Book of World Records.
I'm sending these pictures to the Guinness Book of World Records.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
