I can't believe it!

Today I received this little game from my friend Kim. It goes like this.


QUESTION: If you saw ME in the back of a police car, what would you think I got arrested for?

The idea is that you answer your first impulse answer and reply it back to the sender, just to see what everyone thinks you are capable of doing.

Well I can't believe at least three people think I'm capable of "finally killing my husband". I never thought I put out an violent vibe. But then again these people have met my husband. So it's understandable. I like the "cat burglar" title, and the best yet was "cooking with too many calories". Guilty as charged.

My crime for today was not getting out of my PJs. That doesn't mean I didn't do anything. I did 8 loads of laundry, cleaned my room (dusting walls and ceiling and under bed, and vacuuming mattress, and switching my closet to fall/winter from summer, changing to winter bedding). Made a very large pot of chicken soup, and a medium pot of squash bisque, and "kopitka" and supper. Labeled my "Read for a Cure" books and my "Large Print" books. Now I'm showered and back in clean PJs and crashing on the couch, with a book and a large tea. I could go through life in my PJs.

Kopitka are a potato dumpling. check out my Irene's Kitchen for the recipe. I don't know why my link isn't working, but I'm too tired to think.

Sunday thoughts...

I had such good intentions on Saturday, I made myself a list of what to do on Sunday. One of the things was I was going to do was to sleep in till 8a.m. Well I don't know what happened to my mentally challenged cat but he decided it was time to get up at 6:30 a.m. and shutting him outside my bedroom door did not stop him. Once I was up and he had his teaspoon of milk, he went back to bed, and I look like something the cat woke up. I tried to go back to sleep but then my husbands alarm with his "word" for the day went off. So I got up, started breakfast and lunch and supper did the dishes and headed off to mass. I volunteer at our church one Sunday a month, and that was today, so I didn't come home until 3p.m. and then I crashed. Now after sleeping through Columbo, I'm up and making supper for tomorrow. I thought Sunday was supposed to be a day of rest! I had planned on playing with paper. Now I'm deciding what to wear to the annual "freshly squeezed boob" examination. And then I'm sure nothing will fit my body so I'll just go to sleep not having accomplished all that much, nothing to check off my list that I made yesterday. Sometimes I feel like a hamster on a wheel.