Why when I am supposed to be at a surprise party in an hour, am I wrapped in a blanket taking bare faced self portraits, playing this flickr game? I have procrastination down to a fine art. As soon as I get in I just wanna stay put. But I really should make the effort to interact with real people I suppose. There is also a chance I might dance off a few of the pounds of chocolate I have consumed in my husbands absence.
I'm wishing you all a fabulous weekend.
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