I love coming home at the end of the day, and quickly slipping into something more comfortable. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I run around all uptight in suffocating clothing or anything. I just like to preserve the 'presentables' for representin'. Coming home, relaxin', and possibly preparing for the inevitable food spillage I terminally suffer!
This is where scrubs come in handy, not to mention PJ's, big tees, & other people's bequeathed items! Oh for the comfort, casual, homey-ness of it all *enjoying*
Spent the afternoon at my mom's (with some other family & friends) doing what I could to aide in the chorizo making/packing process. Basically I got to watch people grind meat, mix it up with their bare hands (mmm!), and pack it into the casing. My job was to write the weight & type (turkey, hot, or not) on the freezer bags.
so, I was all ready to go to bed, hit the hay, what-have-you... 'round about 11pm. When suddenly some major thuwumping (if you can call Johnny Cash 'thuwumping') began coming from upstairs! Volumes I don't think I've heard coming from my very own stereo. I could hardly follow the dialogue on my own television.
