Some days, I wake up and want to do nothing else but grab some salty snacks, dips, and bread, and watch trash TV for hours on end. Some days, I wish I could spend the day sipping chai and reading. And some days I just want a bunch of friends over so we can carbo load on pasta together. This morning felt like a soup morning. And I would give so many things (though probably neither my arm nor leg) to be able to do nothing but sit on the couch, sip endless soup, listen to carols, and just doze off.
Snow, you better not come until I start heading home in an hour and a half.
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