You know those mornings when you awaken from a dead sleep to find you are spooning with a snoring dog that smells like stale corn chips but you are just happy to have something to snuggle because the evening before you attended a fantastic dinner on the most humid night of the summer where you drank chilled white wine like someone told you Jesus turned it back into water while trying not to sweat to the point you looked like you accepted the ALS ice bucket challenge?
You know those mornings?
You know those days when you really have so much to do — like hit up the farmer’s market before all the organic cheese and the best sweet corn is gone, somehow try to burn off the gazillion calories you consumed the night before because you have job-interview clothes to squeeze into on Monday and steam mop the floor because apparently 12 muddy paws held a Zumba class on your dark hardwood last night while you were getting your drink on and hoping that the sweat between your thighs didn’t leave a puddle on the chair and everyone would assume you need Depends?
You know those days?
If not this post probably meant nothing to you.
If you do, will you be my BFF? Come over later and we’ll have some cheese made from happy, grass-fed cows, open yet another bottle of wine and I (might) even share the parting gift from last night’s soiree.