Saturday, May 23, 2009

{Oh Gus, you're becoming a changed woman}


It's hardly Noon and already it's been a glorious day! First, hubby and I slept in until 9:30. When I woke, I almost started laughing because while it felt like it was nearing 11 a.m. it was half past nine. AMAZING! See what happens when you have to wake at 7 a.m. during the week? Ahh, a simple joy experienced so soon in my day. Happy Gus. Once I got over the fact it wasn't as late as I thought it was I started singing, Oh happy day, by I have no clue. That in itself was another simple joy -- although Zack was the one to enjoy it. Gussy never sings in the AM. Never. Once things died down a bit I decided to cook a yumm-o breakfast: Bacon, eggs, hash browns and a big mug of delicious coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I must have become 130% energized by that because afterwords I cleaned the bathroom, dusted our mansion home {psych. On the size, I really did dust!}, cleaned my closet and drawers {organized by season and made a pile of things to donate}, did some laundry, changed the sheets, and then got dressed.

Or maybe I should change those last three words to, changed my clothes.


Ok, good :)

I also enjoyed a few solid seconds of my sheer fragrance mist, Pink by Victoria's Secret. It reminds me of our first married summer together. Which was just last year, if you weren't sure. Glorious!

Hmm. What else has Gus been up to?

Well... since my chores were done I decided to go outside and watch Zack mow the lawn. Some of you might think that is mean to do, but Zack invited me to bask in the sun. So I did. But just for a few minutes. First, I thought, If Zack watched ME do MY chores I know I'd be a grumpy Gus. Second, I realized it was getting warm out and needed to put on a few swipes of deodorant.

So I went inside and called it a day.

Thanks for reading ;)


ZWhit said...

I honestly loled at "second...a fe swipes of deodorant"

Seriously, LOL.

Nikki said...

I am with Zack. I also totally LOLed. I don't know how i missed this blog. But you crack me up.