You know how I love to post and post and post. You know how I love to read the blogs.
But...my....favorite magazine came...Coastal Living was delivered. And...
...it's on the bed tempting me. I hate those temptations, don't you?
And I really need to read it so that I can keep my house up-to-date and all...you know cottagey. Even though the nearest body of water is the mud puddle at the end of my driveway I really need to visit the coast...even if by paper. No, I haven't forgotten MO. I love her too.
So, I have freshly made chocolate chip cookies. I have my "episode" of Coastal Living waiting. The only thing that could make this better is if George Clooney dumped his new girlfriend. If yas hear about that, let me know.
I have my jams on. My hair's up in its scrunchy thing.
SO um excuze... me until I read my magazine and eat a chocolate chip cookie (if only I would eat one) and relax a bit...and maybe think about what to do with my Medusa hair.
I'll be back, soon.
Forever yours, Coastal Living, and George Clooney's,