This Morning. My Husband asks me if I'm cooking dinner tonight, claiming he has to work late...

A real lazy Sunday.

This remains one of my absolute favorite love songs.

. kinda thinking about getting up. maybe.

good night plurklettes. finished the Cafe du Monde today. tomorrow I tackle the Roosevelt.

Somehow.. this is where my mood is.

morning plurk. we're out of syrup... so I make Dulce de leche to go with the pancakes and maybe sear some pears?

Night guys. More FFL work in the morning

said to my cat in the moments when I'm awake but not fully coherent: "Stop giving me the Renfield look and move your cat ass."

When we went to sleep last night, the husband had on pants. when we woke up, he didn't. Is he sleep stripping?