I am not ashamed to announce that I have gotten absolutely nothing noteworthy done this weekend, apart from finding the perfect plastic container to make instant ramen noodles in.
You might be interested to know that said container was located in a forgotten corner of the pantry and I am happy to report that not only does it have the perfect square shape, consistent with the exact form and measurements of a package of instant ramen, but it is also just thick enough to keep from getting too hot while held on your lap watching hours and hours of Forensic Files documentaries till you pass out on your couch. Not that you would do such things. AND its flat bottom sits on your lap perfectly, catching any fugitive minded pieces of ramen before they could hit and stain your couch. Life doesn't get better than this, I know.
Well, that, and then sleeping in till 9 am both on Saturday and Sunday, which in a household as sleep-deprived as ours, is actually quite an accomplishment. Geoff's oncologist keeps telling us that the phone is our best friend, and that is very true, as long as you're the type of person who likes being on hold listening to eternal phone menus and pharmaceutical ads, but clearly, my new best friends are sleep and pathetic couch-friendly ramen noodle containers.
But hey, at least we are well rested.
Until next time everyone.
p/s: Oh and one more thing, this weekend I discovered that bright red lipstick has the power to convince unsuspecting bystanders that you're one of those enviable have-it-all-together power-women who have time to pre-meditate their outfit the night before. Who knew!
TITLE CREDIT: TRACY CHAPMAN -- FAST CAR