I made myself a promise to clean up my desk while my first cup of coffee was still hot. It's lukewarm, but that's not procrastination, that's a husband who makes coffee before his 6:30a.m. tee time. Who does that? I stopped asking years ago. If the man wants to get up while it's still pitch black to walk five miles carrying forty pounds of gear so he can whack a defenseless white ball around in the grass with metal stick, who am I to judge.
Personally, I cleaned my desk while I drank lukewarm coffee. That's more than enough achievement for a weekend morning. I couldn't bring myself to show you the before, but here's a picture of my new blog book:
Now, I'm off to plan my take over of the world, pinkie...
well, my part of it, anyway..
happy saturday, blogobody.
"If the man wants to get up while it's still pitch black to walk five miles carrying forty pounds of gear so he can whack a defenseless white ball around in the grass with metal stick, who am I to judge."
ReplyDeleteHaha, that made me laugh!
it makes me laugh every time I pull the covers back over my head as he walks out the door. i doubt i'll ever understand it
ReplyDeleteVery impressive! My husband is a birdwatcher and gets up early to explore a nearby site. I can imagine it will get worse in Holland, as there are birds galore there (even a storks' nest in the town hall near our abode; apparently they return every April. But I'm quite happy for him to go out and leave me in peace (and to sleep late). :) Love that hydrangea photograph, by the way.
ReplyDeleteI thought so! I mean, that coffee was tepid! As to the birdwatching, I have to say that makes more sense to me than abusing a golf ball, but I can't imagine a stork or a yellow bellied anything being enough to roust me from my warm bed on a cold winter morning.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that compliment. Given your gift and craft, that's high praise.
Wait, what's a blog book?
ReplyDeleteAnd your desk looks very nice, mon cheri.
a blog book is a sign of weakness. I should use one of the two smart phones I carry around with me, but I can't seem to divorce myself from pen and paper. I must secretly want trees to die. I carry it with me and write down ideas for blogging in hopes that blogging will make me a better writer. I also have magic beans and a rock I rub on my forehead to make me look 20.
ReplyDeleteHey Tracy, first of all, thanks for stopping by my blog and saying what you did. Second of all, I am really enjoying yours! Your sense of humor is great - I love blogs (and people, and situations, and...anything) that makes me laugh. Thirdly, I share your blog book "weakness." But is it a weakness? I love using a pen and paper - it's more comfortable. Whatever you attribute it to, I think you are a great writer. I will be back!
ReplyDeletewell, yah know, Jeff, we know it's a strength, but if we let on we know that, it'll make all those thumb typists self conscious and not in a good way. ;)
ReplyDeleteall silliness aside, if you've laughed, I've done good and thank you for saying so.
Haha, got it! ;-)
ReplyDeleteI won't tell if you won't tell.
not a peep ;)
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