Today, I should have done laundry. Instead, I went to Berea and ate Stromboli sandwiches.

Yesterday, I woke up wide-awake at 8:30. I could have gotten up and gone to the gym–instead, I took in a shirt that was too large.

Friday, I would have done my homework, but a bottle of zinfandel and a plate of seafood alfredo were calling my name.

 

Weekends were made for relaxing…right?