Mondays...UGH!

It's only Monday and already I feel like I've worked like dog.

And that's all I have to say about that. GRR-UFF!

Sundays are for savoring

sleeping in until 10...11...or lunch and
makin' pancakes out of mushy brown bananas
to the tunes of jack johnson on the stereo

after having a cup of peppermint tea

one can't escape food coma

37 candles and a few more wrinkles

My husband asked for 1 candle because

he didn't want to see what the cake

would look like with all 37.

And I should have obliged because having

droplets of hot candle wax blown on me

wasn't as arousing as one might think .

But I think 37 candles are much less awkward than 16.
And man-wrinkles are sexy too.