Monday's Last Call

The Apricot chicken and couscous were a hit tonight for Monday night dinner.

The escaped criminal is still on the loose.

I am still carrying the phone with me until the battery runs out. (I usually NEVER touch the phone)

Headache has finally subsided.

Two of my closest friends are endless flirts and get phone numbers from people they don't even want them from. (this makes me want to be depressed...but they are 100% different from me, so I won't. I just won't!) I am me. (breathe)

Dog is sleeping.

It's time for Old Christine...which has grown on me, I'll admit it.

There's not enough mint-green tea in the universe, much less my pitcher.

No bed bugs.

:)