I adore Sunday mornings, even one as unideal as this has been. I overslept (usually someone in my family wakes me up, but today I was forgotten), had extreme contact issues, and was about to give up on my pursuit for a good outfit when I heard a damning noise downstairs: Buddy (aka the Beast) had gotten into the fridge after my sister and dad left because both of them have a horrible tendency to forget to lock it. I then rushed downstairs in my underwear to assess the damage and decided that since it was already 11, I had no hope of getting to church on time, or even within the realm of "fashionably late". Now I'm sitting in my sweats alone in my house sipping some coffee (black, of course) and blogging about my far too adventurous morning.
Thankfully, I won't get the chance to be a bum all day because I will soon have to pick my sister up from church and attend a birthday lunch at Jason's Deli. I had better start getting ready for said get-together, though, or else I'll be late for that too. Happy Sunday!
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