Can we talk about how Christmas is already over?
Thank goodness I have off until the 2nd, I may need that long to process this.
Well friends, it is that day again. My little weekly confessional I call, Sunday Sometimes.
Sometimes I sit in a mile of standing traffic to get to the mall 2 days after Christmas. Bummer.
Sometimes (mostly when I have this much time off) I start believing I’m on HGTV and begin minor room renovations that realistically never get finished.
Sometimes I enjoy cream in my coffee. Most of the time, black.
Sometimes On Demands ‘Bingeworthy‘ section… kills my afternoon.
Sometimes I wish I was still a kid. In my book, there is nothing better than waking up on Christmas morning and barreling down the stairs to find Santa really did come last night. Magical.
What’s your Sunday Sometimes this week?