A glass o’ wine
I’m feeling fine.
A mouthful of dough, marinara and cheese
One more slice? Yes please.
Would we like dessert?
I guess sharing a chocolate soufflé couldn’t hurt.
All caught up on girl talk
After all I ate tonight, glad I got in my afternoon walk.
Snuggled up on the couch
Finally feeling like less of a grouch.
A bit nervous about tomorrow, hope it goes well…
Ready for it to be over, but how it will go, I can’t really tell.
To keep me from fretting and needless worry
Think I’ll go to bed now, while it’s still early.
The Not So Fantastic Reality:
The above story was inspired by the following tidbits I encountered today:
ONE: Sorry for the riddles, but my mind is a pulsating weary grey blob at the moment, so it will just have to suffice. Met up with my friend Joanna tonight for a much needed girls’ night and glass of vino. It’s always a great time when we get together, but the moment we parted ways to go to our respective cars, as if on cue, I began to grow incredibly tired. I guess the wine combined with the long day at work, working out (and sweating to death in the 83 degree heat), a little too much pizza/chocolate souffle and an early appointment tomorrow (more on that, well… tomorrow) I’m soooo ready to hit the hay… as they say. Plus, since Andy’s computer died, he’ll be needing mine now so… until tomorrow sweet readers!
Love & Squirrels.