So for anyone that reads not logged in, isnt a friend on Facebook and/or doesnt Twitter, I am no longer locked out of my house. I mean, you probably didnt know that I was locked out of my house, but whatever. Im a poster of-the-moment these days.
Im home and have been hunkered down doing laundry, cleaning up paperwork, sorting mail and taking down Christmas lights.
Then I got distracted and had to go do a 4-hour airport double run, but now Im back, ate my 6″ sub (woot me!) and am now relaxing. I like relaxing. I also like that every bit of my clothing is either clean and folded and put away or on my body. Of course, Im about to go change that cause Im going to throw everything Im wearing off and find comfy pants in case my roommates come home. Gotta wear pants for the roommates.
Oh, and go Eagles. Way to not suck the one time Im on a plane for exactly the length of the game. Thats how I know you love me – you only hit me when I deserve it, and you always apologize so earnestly afterwards. I still love you. Please dont hit me anymore. Cause I do friggin hate the Cowboys.