It's Sunday. I am a lazy shit on Sundays.
Probably the only predictable thing I appreciate about my life is Pajama Day.
You could throw out a time of the day from 12:00am to 11:59pm and I could tell you exactly what would be happening. Once a week, 4 times a month, we take a happy little vacation in our apartment. Nothing too crazy, but I find it to be monumentally entertaining and satisfying.
Right now it's too early to start making dinner--Nathan is napping on the couch and I'm randomly playing what's on our DVR and surfing Realtor.com...do you know that they have GORGEOUS houses for like 400,000 outside of Nashville?? I mean, I'm talking a home theater and a pool for a $2,000 a month mortgage...What do they pay people down there? Slim Jims? Yikes. ...Mmmm. :) A slim jim is totally in the fruit group.
Anyway. I guess that's it. Maybe I'll do something super adventuresome and utilize a whole other room. 
nashville
