Oh, why must I toil for my daily bread?

So it was back to work today. I love my job, I really do, but having had some time off made me realize, more than ever, that I most certainly could be a lady of leisure. I'm sure I'd miss that whole working thing (after a while), but I'd enjoy myself allllll too much, sitting at home doin stuff. Non work stuff.

I like sleeping in. I'm not a fan of alarm clocks...devil's instruments, in my most humble of opinions. And you simply cannot sleep in when you toil for your daily bread. Is it Friday yet?

Spent most of the afternoon and evening with a raging headache - stupid weather systems. Tylenol just hasn't cut it for this puppy - might just have to let the incredible healing power of sleep take care of this one. Poor Hubs came home early today after going to the doctor - he's got a sinus infection and he's feeling like crapcakes. Poor baby. And the scariest thing of all - he's cold. He's NEVER cold! We're talking about a man who wears shorts and a tshirt every hour of every day in this meat locker of an apartment, and loves it! And now, he's in the one pair of sweatpants he owns and, get this, my sweatshirt, trying to keep warm. Gotta love it when your man can wear your clothes.

I think between the two of us we won't be long before bed. And then it's off to toil again tomorrrow. Blech. Hopefully something more exciting will happen to us then. Hehe.

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin?