… like a wolf
So, I’m at the critical point of the evening where I need to make a dinner decision immediately, or else I’ll end up wandering through the “Now Playing” list on Tivo, grazing on potato chips and other sundries, or just knitting the body of my sock. Just typing that makes me want to hop into the car and head over to my long-lost knitting night. They serve food there and it would be nice to catch up the gang.
See, blogging doesn’t ruin lives. It’s improving mine tonight. That means I won’t go into details about what I was doing 24 hours ago and why I’m really sunburned. A long day of synchronized swimming (two performances and two practices) with a midday break for fast-food and friends over to watch Amelie. Besides the dermatological damage, my passion for the pool was rekindled.