Some Days

A few days turns into a jumble of days which turns into a week and you cap it off by saying, "Forget the gym, I am going home to drink a bottle of wine with my husband and eat gobs of bread."

And I did. It was good.

I have my parents coming one week from today. My in-laws are coming one week from yesterday. They are all staying here and I haven't cleaned out my refrigerator or the bathroom yet.

I'm opening another bottle of wine.