Who am I?
I remember when Sundays would start with mimosa's or sparks and drinking ALL day and riding bicycles was required.
Homework was done after a much needed nap-and usually hungover on a Sunday evening from a great day of slip an Slides, too much beer, or hard booze and lemonade......
Well today I am making Minestrone soup-enough to feed an army I must add, watching football minus the beer (Dru isn't even home), and planning on cleaning the house, mowing the yard and making my bed. And probably cooking a delicious dinner or snack while watching football.
Seriously. Who am I? And why are Sundays so not as fun in the real world????