It’s a horrible day in Toronto. It’s rainy and cold and not at all appealing. It’s a day where you stay inside unless you absolutely have to go out and even then you think twice…maybe even three times. So when Husband said we’re going out I was certainly not pleased. So, not pleased, I grumbled certain expletives under breath while sipping my Earl Grey. But alas, I got my butt in the shower and into clothes and headed outside.
And yes, I even managed to put on a smile. I parted ways with Husband and Baby and headed dowtown today to an audition. The whole thing went okay, but well..there’s always something you’re kicking yourself about and today was no different. But on the way home I managed to put all doubts aside and let it go. Once home I wanted to go for a run (love to run, by the way!) but Baby was sleeping in Husband’s arms and I had to feed her the second she woke up. So I turned to Husband and asked, “What do I do?” He answered, “Don’t you have a blog to write or something?” He knows me too well.
So it’s after my run (and yes, shower too) and I sit here writing. Husband is making dinner. Is it wrong that I love the fact that I don’t have to cook? It’s not that I’m a bad cook; I’m just not a very interesting or interested one. But I’m an avid eater – that I do well!
|I think I’m going to have a problem with this girl.|
It’s after dinner, Baby is asleep, and Husband and I are going to watch a movie now. On a final random note it occurs to me, since I’m wearing a Wifebeater does that mean I have to hit myself?
Goodnight, see you all tomorrow!