The Master was asked during break last night while sitting around the coffee table--"So, what does your wife do all day?" After suppressing the urge to jump across the table and strangle the jerk, he calmly replied, "She just does whatever."
Whatever.
Today, whatever included making breakfast and coffee, walking the dog, washing dishes, applying for our South Dakota license plate, giving myself a pedicure, drawing my future house plans, hanging my cheesy carriage lights, watching an old episode of the Golden Girls, grilling Filet Mignon and having a slice of cheesecake, calling an old friend, and rolling my hair. All in all a pretty busy day. Tomorrow I'll be in the road discovering more of Byron--and maybe a stop at the tanning bed--who knows? So, there that is. Whatever.
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