One thing about going out on a Thursday…
… this old woman will absolutely NOT go out the next night. Seriously- who can do that??
Kids these days…
Granted, I don’t normally go out a lot on Fridays anyway. At the end of the week, I just really want to come home and collapse.
And catch up on my DVR. Because I need to watch my “programs”. Like an old woman.
That’s right. I think I’m getting old.
I’m constantly the only one cold in the office. I’m frugal. I fell in love with a picture of a cat my friend sent yesterday.
Dag nabbit. I’m a lost cause.
And I imagine, if there were such a classification of “old woman food”, this may be it:It’s no secret I’m a brussels sprouts fan. And can eat half a bag in one sitting, no issue when I simply cut and roast them.
Really, I saw this on a few other girls’ blogs and only wanted to do it to save time. It’s much faster. Which is good. Because I have no patience.
Plus, it’s kind of pretty.
Because old women fall asleep on the couch by 11:00 at night, they often wake up pretty early the next day.
And because they often feel the need to be productive, there will be a grocery shopping trip and a 6-mile run at the gym. Most likely all before noon. This provides plenty of time for an afternoon nap.
And because old women such as myself often feel the need to pretend they’re younger than they really are, this old woman will be attempting her second night on in a short period of time.
Send help. Or a sweater. I’d hate to catch a chill.
But before I go… does anyone have a butterscotch?