Saturday Morning

I may or may not be wearing a shirt that says, "Beer Whisperer" that belongs to my husband and wearing gray sweatpants that match.

While eating chocolate chip cookies for breakfast.

I have clearly given up sexy on Saturdays.

And checking Facebook during the entire month of September.

And Wine during the week.  (See how I capitalized it? I needed to let it go.)

What I have not given up are:

Dinner parties.  (Moroccan eggplant and apricot hand pies, grilled lamb chops and harissa hummus, anyone?)

Keeping a debt countdown by my desk to mark every penny we don't owe anyone anymore, ever again. Amen.

The hope that my child might ever sleep alone.

Loving fall weather.

Amazon.

I am addicted to amazon.

I am terrified of personal trainers.

And organized sports.

And hand sanitizers that are supposed to smell like apple pie.

And whatever they put in Pumpkin Spice Lattes at Starbucks that will give me cancer but I. CANT. HELP. MYSELF.

Happy Saturday, friends.