Okay, my computer is being all wonky tonight and everything is taking forever to upload. My XBox kept disconnecting too. So annoying. What it all means for you, is that I don't seem to be able to upload any photos. I suppose after yesterday, you're probably all kind of relieved.
Basically, I'm ready for a long Winter's nap and it's only November. Earlier today, my friend messaged me to tell me some girlies were meeting at the Dublin after work. Originally, I thought I'd go running first and then join them. But, I got home and had to wait to run because I had to pick Coadster up at 5:30 and then I had to run some errands. By the time I made it home again, the idea of wearing anything other than my jammies, let alone actually leaving my house seemed overwhelming, so I called and lamed-out.
In my defense, I went to a show choir concert on Sunday, watched football at a friend's house on Monday and went to a regular choir concert on Tuesday night. As they used to say in the McDonald's commercials, I deserved a break today.
The choir concert was pretty cute. Every year they do this thing to the freshman boys. They are supposed to wear black pants, socks and shoes. At the beginning of the show, the choir director has all the boys line up in front of the audience and makes them pull their pants up from the knees to see if any of them cheated on the sock color. This year, there was only one kid who wore white gym socks, but it was awesome, because he was blushing for the first two songs they sung.
So, yeah. I'm out of juice. All that lounging around in my jammies, and eating high fat foods, has really worn me out tonight.
10 comments:
Churlita,
Too bad he didn't have red shoe laces.
rel
I reckon they staged that sock fiasco. I've seen "reality" TV, I know how this kind of thing works.
Like today's song reference too, "C'mon Churls, gimme a break..."
Actually, I've been playing Unchained a lot on my guitar this week. Not sure why, seemed like the right thing to do. Obviously some sort of cross-pond telepathy going on.
That's a lot of choir concerts...just saying.
Our choir director in school would have us rehearse backstage an hour before the concert, and would use that time to do his scan of our choir attire. If you wore the wrong color, all you got was a stern look.
The choir I'm in now has no set attire, he just encourages us for the concert to wear festive colors. I can do that!
I think that more teen-age boys should be humiliated publically because life at that age isn't nearly traumatic enough.
I wont be sleeping until Christmas Eve. Really.
Oh, po' little freshman. I think white sox'n'black shoes are pretty sweet. I mean, they're not going to get the kid laid, but they're sweet.
Is it cold out? Is your place warm? Does it smell wonderful? Then I don't see that you have any choice but to wear jamas.
A mom's work is never done...until it is...then you definitely have the jammies, blankets, comfort food, and television coming to you!
Rel,
That would have been adorable.
Mr Atrocity,
Freaky. I haven't really thought about that song for a while and bang, you channeled it right to me.
Not FAinthearted,
Stinky's in one choir and counting All State, Coadster's in four. Crazy, but apparently, we like to sing in this house.
Tara,
Festive colors aren't bad. At least you don't have to buy something expensive that you'll never wear again.
Lady,
I know...And then people wonder why they come to school with a gun and a list of names.
Stepping,
I'm so sorry to hear that. I'm trying to sleep when I can.
Baby Booda,
It is cold out and my place is warm and smells really good. You're right. I have no choice.
Laura B.,
We definitely have to take those moments when we can.
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