So a couple of months ago when I realized I had accumulated a sufficient number of vacation hours, I promised myself to take one whole week off from work during the infamous holiday season. At first I dreamed of getting away and escaping the madness of my everyday life. Those dreams went sour and I quickly discovered the beauty in staying home. And this is what I did...
|i slept angelically, buried deep in a cozy mess of fluffy blankets and pillows|
|i cleaned the pantry|
my dear beloved pantry,
i am sorry i let that nasty mouse
poop on your shelves
and die on your floor
and rot in the trap
and smell up your chamber
let the weight of my groceries,
pots and pans...
be like a warm embrace
on a cold winter night
i love u
|then i went back to sleep or at least pretended to|
|i painted a shelf|
this took several days. i mean between napping and sitting around and falling in love with geeky sothern men (next photo) i had to do each project in stages.
|liz introduced me to the new love of my life|
and the rest of my vacation was spent dreaming of him & loving my pantry & my shelf & my fluffy blankets...
|who wouldn't? i mean really...|
i also called a plumber who fixed a leaky pipe,
which cost all of 23 dollars and 61 cents
& i watched some more 30 rock
& i hung out with sara
& laughed with sara while peter laughed at us.
& i slept.
& ran. & cut my hair.
i made soup & bread that failed to rise.
all the while, i forgot i even had a job...
then sunday came & i did the following...
i covered my windows in plastic
that having a week
where the world
was exactly the most perfect week
and then on monday in the car i spilled
coffee and had a temper tantrum...
i actually pouted.
i am 30.