I had planned on tackling a few projects around the house this past weekend.
We didn't have much going on so it would have been the prefect opportunity
to mark a few things off my to do list.
Want to know what got I got accomplished?
A BIG FAT NOTHING!
I have a good excuse, of course. Okay, a few excuses.
I have been hearing rumblings about this show for quite some time.
I wouldn't say a watch a ton of television, but I watch my fair share and
honestly, I wasn't too interested in adding any new shows to my "must watch" list.
That was, until I downloaded season one of Downton Abbey from Netflix.
I sat in front of my computer (with headphones on) for eight hours this weekend.
I have nine more episodes to watch in order to get all caught up.
I am fairly certain Matthew, Mary and Mr. Bates will be visiting me in my dreams tonight.
Fantastic show! If you have about 16 hours to kill, I highly recommend watching every episode.
Just before Christmas, my good friend, Wendy, and I decided to meet for lunch.
She mentioned that she would meet me after her hot yoga class.
I wasted no time inviting myself to the class.
I wouldn't say I was hooked after the first class.
Honestly, I'm lucky I lived through first class.
I had to leave the room once to get my bearings and cool off.
But guess what, I went back for more and more and more.
I snuck off Saturday afternoon and got my hot yoga fix in for the weekend.
There's something about sweating profusely,
while manipulating your body into strange poses that invigorates me.
Between my TV watching and sweating, I did manage to squeeze in
my six year old's basketball game, chaperoning a mini slumber party,
pruning the bushes, four loads of laundry, church,
and a little road trip to Indianapolis for a gymnastics meet.
Wow, did I say we didn't have much going on this past weekend?
Guess I was wrong.
How about you, what's your favorite excuse?