I've been squandering my time this morning drinking tea and playing Scrabulous.
OK, I also did a load of laundry.
And on the way to work, I will stop by my polling place to take part in Super Tuesday before heading to work for what I am sure will be a very unsuper Monday (for me anyway).
I wish I could stay home and play Scrabulous all day.
And it is not like I don't have some chores to do around here.
My friend Pamela will be visiting this weekend and I need to get the guest room in guest-worthy condition.
Right now it is a bit cluttered with all the stuff and nonsense I need to find a place for but cannot. So there is a bit too much furniture in the room. Plus a lot of my card-making stuff. Plus a giant box for a giant TV that manfriend brought over so we could watch the game in style. (I am not going to remind him that his TV is here. Maybe he will forget and I can continue to watch HGTV in giant-screen mode.)
Anyway, you get the idea.
I am a slacker at heart.
Yep. When I go to work, I have no problem working hard and doing what needs to be done to meet my deadlines.
Because meeting deadlines means going home.
And going home means the chance to do nothing more than try to figure out how I can get a Q, V and Z all in the same word when I don't actually have any vowels.
Ahhhhh... Scrabulous, you are a wicked temptress.