I was enjoying my Saturday morning when...

I kind of have this ritual... on the weekends I get up and go outside on the front porch to check my phone, scan the internet, and drink my coffee to start the day.  Whatever I slept in is what I'm wearing.  We live on top of a hill with a long driveway so cars can't really see me (or so I like to think).  This morning was no exception.

Then I noticed a truck pulled very slowly into the driveway.  "Surely it's just turning around" I thought.  But it continued very slowly up the driveway, and a little boy in the front seat waved at me.  I JUMPED up, ran inside and threw some pants on (as I was pant-less), however did not have time to throw a bra on.  When I returned to the porch the little guy was standing right there.

He was a boyscout selling popcorn.  Really?  Of course I bought some, but now I may need to re-think my weekend morning rituals...

Ok, I'm over it

I've officially gotten tired of doing NOTHING. 

I have nothing to do, nowhere to go, no one to see, and no one to talk to.

I volunteer a maximum of 4 hours a week, and I tutor 2 hours a week. 

I have tennis lessons for 1 hour a week, which ends this coming week, and I have square dancing for 1.5 hours a week, which also ends this coming week.  

So for about 9 hours a week, I'm booked.  Other than that, I have absolutely no where to be at any time during the other 159 hours a week. 

The cycle of doing nothing perpetuates doing nothing.

If it's a really exciting day, I go tanning AND work out. 

Otherwise, I've got nothing. 

I have nothing to blog about, and I have nothing to talk about. 

The high lite of last week was Galea calling me and needing math help over the phone.