Stomach Acid and Pink Bathrobes

Yes, I own a pink bathrobe, and yes, I wear it. Infact, (which technically is not one word, but two) I am wearing said bathrobe right now while typing. Infact (which again, is technically two words, not one), I have just eaten half a dozen chocolate-chip oatmeal cookies while wearing said pink bathrobe while filling out reviews at Allrecipes.com. Infact (I'm not going to let the technicality of the word "infact" --which is technically two words and not one--bother me anymore; it is Monday, you know, and I do have certain rights!!), I have done very little today except flush my daughter's stomach acid down the toilet, water the tree, and talk on the phone while folding laundry; all while wearing said pink bathrobe.

I never really understood bathrobes in the first place. I mean, why not use a towel and save yourself the pain of having an extra hook for a robe? There is no shame in wearing pajamas without a robe, and if you can just wear your birthday suit and feel comfortable walking around, more power to ya (I find it rather breezy myself)...unless your a pediphile or someone who's got a few screws loose, then, well, that's rather disturbing to walk around in your birthday suit, so you may want to purchase a bathrobe.

What was I saying?

Oh yes, today is Monday and I had quite forgotten that I started a blog, until I ran across myself on the internet and remembered "Oh, yes, I started a blog." So, I decided to post on my blog spot and couldn't quite figure out how to log on (of course, this is after half a dozen cookies, a glass of milk, and cleaning up vomit while wearing my pink bathrobe). But, alas, here I find myself writing gibberish with unusually cold fingers and feeling rather dizzy from the rush of sugar that I've just ingested while wearing this rather lovely, soft pink bathrobe.

I'm not much of a time waster, so I find it rather peculiar that I am typing into cyberspace with no point other than me, myself, I, am wearing a pink bathrobe...and who really cares about that anyway? It must be the cookies. Or the vodka. Of course, I didn't have any vodka, so it must be the cookies.

I find it rather hard to give myself downtime, as there is always more work to be done and just sitting and doing nothing is but a tragic use of minutes lost that I can never retreive. Of course, physics has proven that time is not linear, but indeed more circular, so perhaps the past of my past is not lost completely. Either way, wasted minutes are not the best use of a limited number of minutes.

I got am MP3 player for Mother's Day, preloaded with my favorite 3 CD's. I didn't get the chance to go running yesterday, it was so very windy, and then there was the fact that I woke up at 3AM and was ready to pass out at lunchtime. And today, I am so very tired and filled up on cookies. Perhaps I'll dig out the bathing suit and find a comfortable patch in the backyard to go soak up some sun. I have almost turned a darker shade of white, much to my surprise. My brother gets the brains (which tan well), my sister gets the looks (which tan well) and what do I get but a pink bathrobe and a sarcastic sense of humor?

What was I saying?

I'm feeling rather sleepy now, but the laundry has claimed the bed, so perhaps I might trade in the pink bathrobe for something more suitable, say, snorkeling gear, and start my day, now that it is nearly 1PM. What is that? Did I say it's nearly 1PM? Why yes, I did! How fortunate for me! It's nearly nap time. Oh, I am suddenly finding myself giddy with half-formed joy. Perhaps I can actually get up from my chair with the high hopes of finding a warm place to nap. Of course, that would mean that I would need to leave the warmth of the laptop....hmmm....I'll have to think about this one.

Well, that was a glorious waste of time, sitting here, doing nothing in my pink, rose splahsed bathrobe. Ahh, Monday's, what could be better...well, I can think of lots of things that could be better, but let's not focus on that right now.