| I taste like Peanut Butter.|
I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I’m not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome. What Flavour Are You?
(this I got from Courtney, so thanks for that!)
Well, it’s Sunday and not much is happening. I have a lot of need-tos to do: I need to go to the grocery store, I need to go to the drugstore, I need to clean my closet, la la la. I don’t WANT to do any of these things, but isn’t that always the way?
It cloudy and cool here and really I just want to eat tomato rice soup and a grilled cheese for lunch and then go back to bed for a long nap. Ahhhhhhhhhh.
Meanwhile, shortly I will be heading out of town. (Oh, yeah: I need to pack, too.) I feel like I’ve been gone a lot this summer, when really I haven’t. What does it mean when you reach a point in your life where you really, for all intents and purposes, prefer to be at home? That you’re old?
Or maybe just happy. Content. At least for the time being. And I guess I can’t ask for more than that…