Somtimes, the simplest things make me feel so decadent. Hot tea. Salty baths. Lying in the sunlight on a quiet Saturday morning with an angora-soft kitten under my cheek and good music on the stereo.
The poor man’s royal treatment.
I spent last night playing Monopoly with the RSF and company (the shrewdest, fastest traders out there, I swear), only to remember, about 10 minutes into the game, that I HATE Monopoly. Hate it. So I started trying to lose (Bad trades, developing cheap property just to get rid of money, etc.). It didn’t take long for RSF to realize that’s what I was doing and to thwart my every attempt. I couldn’t lose that damn game to save my life! I finally told them that at a certain minute on the clock, I was bowing out and heading home for some much-needed sleep. Or at least that was the excuse. I mean, that game is torture!
The RSF now operates with the understanding that I don’t play pool and I don’t play Monopoly. It’s good we got that out of the way.
We’ll talk more about that whole situation later as it merits a nice, long, Why am I So Fucking Difficult post.
Now, go. Be decadent. That’s what Saturday is for. There are sunny spots all over your house and you’re wasting them.
Oooh! And go paint you toenails in the nude. That was unprecedented satisfaction.
ah, actually, there isn’t.
sunny spots, that is. it is snowing like mad though… and that’s alright for a saturday too.
yeah, I pretty much missed all the sunny spots today and now it’s dark. But I do like your decadent Saturday idea:)
I really, really hate Monopoly. My hubby knows to not ever suggest playing that awful game again. If it weren’t so cold here, I would take your advice and paint my toenails in the nude. Sounds like a plan for another season.
check out sark sometime, if you already haven’t you’d like her style!
Sigh. We can never be friends.
I adore Monopoly. Pool, though, I’m with you on that.