Lie #1: What a great opportunity to give up soda.
And sugar, and cursing, and, why the hell not, breathing. It never happens. Ever. I made it two days and caved to the call of that hot stud, Coca-Cola.
Refer to the follow up to Lie #1. I might go down to the riverbank and watch the mighty Brazos, but that’s about it in terms of water. Oh, and bathing.
I will swill more coffee in four days than in the previous 361 days combined. Does that count toward water consumption? Yep, I didn’t think so, either.
We all managed to consume some supremely delicious food. Who invented shortbread anyway? The Scots? I don’t know, but God bless ’em, whom ever they may be. What you see below is shortbread schmeared with chocolate ganache and sea salt. Sweet sister Sadie, was it ever divine!
Lie #3: I’ll go to bed at a decent hour and sleep in the next morning.
At no time do I make it past the nine o’clock hour except at quilt retreat. Makeup is a must, otherwise I look like something from Night of the Living Dead the next morning. Sleeping in might be until 6 a.m., 7 at the latest. I’ll have to ask His Awesomeness how he does it.
Lie #4: I’ll take a walk every day.
I took one walk, one, and managed to pick a time where I was guaranteed to get wet. Stupid Texas weather. Himself and The Diva expressed shock that I actually ran to try and avoid getting drenched. It’s possible; it’s just not pretty. Kind of like a galumping hippopotamus.
I managed to start another project. Yes, I know there are many other in-progress niceties to which I need to attend, but…polka dots!! There are a number of things I’m pretty passionate about: Red Wings hockey, Tom Selleck, Graham McTavish, polka dots.
Am I glad to be home? Of course. Do I miss it already?
Until next time.