Playing hooky

It was such a beautiful day this morning (well, it was frosty, but I knew it was going to *turn* into a beautiful day) that I decided to take the afternoon off. Et voila! Playing hooky in the afternoon, laptop on kitchen table, washing sloshing in the machine, cheese and pickle sanger in hand. Love. It.

What a week. Some emotional spending earlier in the month now has to be dealt with (farewell credit card, what a ride it's been, but alas, you are no good for me, you are the shopaholic's equivalent to a bottle of vodka in the underwear drawer, you are the mashed potato to atkins dieter, you are the remote control to a telly addict) and despite sorting through it about a month ago, my desk is once again festooned with paper. So this afternoon is going to be dedicated to le carnage control.

Oh, and writing, mes amies. And writing.