It's Monday. So much to do. So little time.

Pee.
Brush my chompers.
Climb on the scale. Just gotta. *sigh*
Coffee. Lots.
Utter sarcastic comments to Better Half.
     (if I DON'T, he thinks I'm sick)
Kissy. Huggy.
"Wave 'bye to/Slap butt of"  Better Half.
Let the dog in.
Hug the dog.
Feed the dog.
Waste huge amounts of time, on the 'puter.
Goof with the budget.
Wii Tennis. Pretend I'm a SUPA-STAR!
Food!
Kick the dog out of the house.
Tidy up the party garage.
(why is it always such a mess? after a party?)
Let the dog back in, cuz he's whining at the door.
More 'puter-goofin'.
Food!
Bundle up for a walk.
Kick the fat dog out again.
Stagger home, dog lagging behind.
Fill the dog's water bowl. He seems to be parched.
Let the dog in.
Food!
Kick the dog out.
Read book. Fall asleep while reading book.
Wake up slowly. Glance around, confused.
Snack!
Gardening, depending on the gale-force winds here in Utopia.
Kick myself for forgetting to thaw something out for dinner.
Quickly clean SOMETHING, so it looks like I actually did something today besides eat and sleep.
Frantically search 'puter for dinner ideas.
"Throwdown", Bobby Flay style, some kinda dinner.

"Hi, honey! How was YOUR day?"

It's a great life. Really.