So DH took Mo and Co up to see his folks and they won’t be home until mid-Saturday. The cats are away and the mouse will play, right? I spent the better part of yesterday cleaning up the house, folding laundry, emptying the dishwasher, basically in full on Cinderella-mode so that I wouldn’t have to worry about that crap while they were gone. My plan was (is still, I guess) to just get my studying in and chill out. My head was alternating between movements allowed by snyovial joints and where and I should treat myself to lunch. Once the DH express had pulled away from the curb, I hit the books for a good 2 hours, and then, stupidly, stayed up to watch The Mummy Returns (for the 3rd time and no, it didn’t get any better, save for Oded Fehr as Ardeth Bay!). Still, I was in bed and probably asleep by 10:45. Up at 6:30 (that’s late for me) and puttered around until it was time to study.

So here I am, farting around, wasting precious minutes catching you all up on what’s going on — more like what’s not going on. Do I want to hike on over to the mall and try to boost the economy by spending money I really shouldn’t on stuff I don’t really need? I mean, those red leather flats at Ann Taylor Loft are really, really cute, but I can wait for the sale. Do I truck it on over to Wal–Martay and pick up some groceries and call that productive? Do I go visit the parentals for the afternoon and just be a kid again? Decisions, decisions.

If nothing else, I’ve decided I’m not doing anything I don’t really want to do. So if DH, Mo and Co come home on Saturday afternoon to find me vegged out in front of the TV watching Ardeth Bay fight the Army of Anubis (I DVRed the movie, so maybe I’ll give it one last chance), well, that’s my prerogative. Besides, time spent with me, myself and I really is time well spent.