I fell asleep on the front porch swing only to awake with a jolt (and practically flipping myself out of the swing) while trying to fight off a crazed butterfly in my half-asleep, half-awake zombie-like state. Laughing to myself and silently thanking God that no one was around to witness my near collapse onto the wood floor, I tucked my arms inside my shirt (pesky mosquitoes), pulled the neck of my shirt over my ear (pesky buzzing of mosquitoes), and quickly resumed my afternoon nap on an unusually pleasant late summer day.
It's what I like to call a perfect Sunday.
Coffee. Church. Lunch. Friend. Snack.
Nap.
I vacuumed just to be sure I could say I did something, kicked the rinse/spin cycle on the load of laundry from yesterday, and hit the touch-up button on the dryer so the husband doesn't think I let his work clothes sit in a pile all weekend. I wouldn't want him to think I am lazy or anything.
Is it bedtime yet?
I am plum wore out.
2 comments:
Sounds like a near perfect day to me!
Sounds like the best kind of afternoon.
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