all in a days' night
Work out, running over 3.5 miles (Hey, it's good for me) and lifting weights (Including that terrible thigh-master thing... yah baby!).
Enter my favorite French restaurant and order a specialty coffee and a delicious chocolate dessert and only be required to pay for only the coffee.
Watch the gay waitstaff swat his young male colleague on the butt and complement him on his brista skills.
Find seating outside only to be surrounded by a little boy who was acting and sounding like some kind of animal hiding and crawling through the landscape.
Devour or inhale (whichever you prefer) a divinely delicious chocolate dessert and mocha all in under 5 minutes.
Attempt to walk off all gained calories by walking through a dog park and nearly being attacked by every other dog there. Leash your dogs, darn you! That's it, next time, I'm taking the road.
Make and eat a deliciously healthy meal with my friends.
Scour (yes, I said scour) the kitchen and do everyone's dishes, then hang post-it's in conspicuous places to remind the inhabitants of my apartment to leave things this clean when they finish doing something in the kitchen.
Sit down and watch a movie with the girls.
Yet best of all:
Enter my favorite French restaurant and order a specialty coffee and a delicious chocolate dessert and only be required to pay for only the coffee.
Watch the gay waitstaff swat his young male colleague on the butt and complement him on his brista skills.
Find seating outside only to be surrounded by a little boy who was acting and sounding like some kind of animal hiding and crawling through the landscape.
Devour or inhale (whichever you prefer) a divinely delicious chocolate dessert and mocha all in under 5 minutes.
Attempt to walk off all gained calories by walking through a dog park and nearly being attacked by every other dog there. Leash your dogs, darn you! That's it, next time, I'm taking the road.
Make and eat a deliciously healthy meal with my friends.
Scour (yes, I said scour) the kitchen and do everyone's dishes, then hang post-it's in conspicuous places to remind the inhabitants of my apartment to leave things this clean when they finish doing something in the kitchen.
Sit down and watch a movie with the girls.
Yet best of all:
Me: What is that on your butt?
Her: Where?
Me: Oh, it's pasta sauce.
Her: Wretched place for a spot of tomato sauce.
Both: [evil laugh]
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