Seriously. Husband and I are both still in our pajamas at 3:57pm. We've been taking shifts - one naps while the other one watches tv (football for him, that 'Hills according to Me' for myself.) We're basically giant piles.
When we have an occasional day like this I kind of feel guilty. I mean, to say we've done nothing productive is an understatement. But then I think that eventually we're going to have a house and kids and all that jazz - and days like this will not be an option.
So I'll enjoy it.
And we'll get something done tomorrow.
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