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Hump Day Indeed

I have never ever been a fan of referring to Wednesdays as 'Hump Day' for the following reasons:

1. 'Hump' is a weird word that conjures up mostly animalistic imagery for me.  Dogs and rabbits in general.  Don't get me wrong...I don't mind dogs or rabbits or humping.  At all.  I just don't want them associated with the middle of the week.  That's all. 

2. Hump Day seems to imply an action that everyone should be doing, instead of being productive work citizens and contributing to the GNP.  And not humping by a dog or rabbit, but by another member of your species.  That's a lot of pressure.  I mean, some Wednesdays it's just about all I can do to get out of bed and crawl into a hot shower...much less try to hump or get humped.

My own personal linguistic preferences notwithstanding, I had a pretty kick-ass Wednesday.  My fifth term of culinary school ended yesterday, and so us students are on a little end-of-term break until next Monday.  I can't think of the last time I had a weekday off...and my, was it a glorious one!

First, I slept in until 7:10.  It was awesome. 

Other highlights include:

With the exception of an hour's worth of errand-running in the morning, I spent the day in a purple cardigan sweater and flannel lounge pants.  I also did not wear any makeup.  And no, I'm not sorry.

In the kitchen, I did a pot of Bolognese sauce and it was low and slow, and just about the best-tastingest stuff ever.  Also, the youngest boy asked yesterday if we could do a Chocolate-Peanut Butter cupcake recipe he'd seen in one of his sister's magazines.  Of course I said yes.  They turned out lovely and are now in the freezer, to be frosted before visiting friends on Saturday.

I watched "Wedding Crashers".  Because I needed my Vince Vaughn fix, I guess.

My husband took a nice lunch break with me today.

I renewed my membership at Anytime Fitness...because I'm getting tired to doing nothing, you know what I'm saying?  Then, I did 20 minutes on elliptical.

The NaNo 2013 is coming along swimmingly, and I cracked the 32k mark tonight.  I am nowhere near writing The End yet, so I expect to exceed 50,000 words.

I do not have to work or go to school tomorrow, so it looks like the Man and I can stay up a bit late watching and episode or two of The Walking Dead.

Indeed.  Mama said there'd be days like this...and there needs to be more of them!







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