at least not when the alarm clock said it should......
Yes, friends, I still haven't fully recuperated from all the holiday hoopla.
To be more precise--I just haven't got back into the swing of things.
Shaving my legs is a huge undertaking these days.
Thankfully pants are fashionably acceptable officewear.
If it weren't for the fact that I can't wear a bag on my head AND drive, make-up might not even be happening.
Yes, it's that bad.
A new year is supposed to bring with it a renewed energy and lots of excitement.
If that's the case--why does it have to be smack dab after 2 months of non-stop dressing up and cooking and cleaning and entertaining and partying and dressing up and cooking and cleaning and entertaining and partying?
Whoever came up with this idea that we should be raring to go come the first week of January didn't live in the 21st Century, did they?
There's too much to do--at home, at work and everywhere else.
Plus, there's the aftermath of all the holidays to contend with.....think Christmas decorations that must come down and put away and projects that were put on hold just because it was December.
Add that all to the fact that it's January and.....well.....let's just leave it at that.
Here on the East Coast of the United States, it's cold, cold, cold.
Everyday brings with it a threat of snow if not now then later.
It's all enough to damped the spirits of even the most spirited girl.
No wonder last night found me on the couch, under a big blanket, trying to stay awake long enough to laugh my way through a movie (Dinner for Shmucks).
I really was trying to liven up my state with some mentally healthy comedy.
All that comedy must have did me in.....I passed out promptly at the closing credits.
Never to awaken again until I heard the stirrings of my alarm clock--which was upstairs in my bedroom.
I was still on the couch. The TV was still on.
Morning had arrived. I had not.
That's my Monday story.
I'm sticking to it.