I'm so domestic, it's ridiculous. Tonight after running, I grocery shopped, made manicotti, baked bran muffins, boiled a half dozen eggs, and cross stitched. Seriously? I mean, really? I basically look just like this chick. I even have her bangs (sort of...)

I then went into my room to put on my pjs (the pink, strawberry ones), and I saw my bed. Sitting there. All puffy and smelling of warm and yum, and all "Oh heylerhe there, Library Lady..." Literally... It was talking to me...

So I kept inching closer and closer... And the next thing I knew I was tucked under the covers, and my feet were going, and I was giggling. And it was 8:30.

So now I'm in my bed, and my feet are still going, and I'm still giggling.

All I need is a G n' T (or twelve), some valium, a vintage party dress, and a passive agressive attitude and I could actually be this woman. Complete with that funky @ss smile...