Lazy Bones

I hope you know that nearly every day at work I think up Wonderful Blog Posts, working out the wording in my head, deciding whether or not there will be pictures (you know there will be!) and what they would be of, etcetera, etcetera.

Then I get home from work.

It's a mad dash to make and eat dinner with Mr. Wonderful in the one hour we're at home together before he goes to work.

After he leaves my evenings are filled with scooping cat poop, doing dishes, laundry, watering the garden & flower beds, general cleaning up and blah, blah... 

Boring.  Normal.  Grown-up stuff.

And, at the end of the evening when I'm getting ready for bed I mentally check things off and I feel a small sense of accomplishment. 

Wait...
Is that right?
Do others do less than this?
Did I do anything worthy of my self congratulatory pat on the back?
Do others do a lot more?
Am I inherently lazy and so this is why I feel like I did so much after work?
Am I a bat guano crazy freak that should just stop being a loon?

Moving on, back toward the point...........

I never end up posting my Most Excellent Post and then it is no longer relevant.  Which means I wasted brain cells on nicely worded story that only I get to know.

Now I'm a Wasteful Lazy Bones? Great.

Well, I will have you know that this post is right off the cuff.  Not even a single thought in my noggin when I started this.  How'd ya' like that?

And since I am being so Avant Garde here's a irrelevant picture that I took at MommaBean's a few years ago

Good Morning Sunshine!