I should be getting dressed.
...Or doing laundry.
...Or packing for our trip to Boston.
... Or off running one of the many errands I have to do today.
Instead I'm here in front of the computer, sipping Folgers and procrastinating like hell.
It's the first day off I've had in while that wasn't a sick day. I'm off until Tuesday and I'm anxious to do absolutely nothing.
Hubby and I are off to Boston tomorrow for a weekend of drinking, eating, site seeing, and more drinking.
I absolutely love to travel and wish I could do it more. I love airplanes and airports. (Sick, I know.) But its the actual process of getting from point A to point B that excites me. We didn't travel much as a kid, so perhaps that's why I'm so fascinated with it.
I love hotels and room service. Hubby only wants to stay in high star hotels. I love the luxury. I love fresh white sheets, fluffy white robes, marbled bathrooms, the list goes on. We need not to actually go somewhere. I'd be just as happy staying in our hotel room.
But instead of preparing for our weekend trip I'm reading other blogs and scanning instagram.
My lazy day blog reading:
Ok. Off to do something productive.
This song actually started playing while I was writing this post. Thought it was appropriate: Christmas in the Airport by Nick Lowe