And nothing happened.

Amazing.

That was my day.

Simply amazing.

I rolled out of bed. Into a very unflattering outfit, messed up my hair, made some french toast for myself and my roommate and then we proceeded to sit on the couch watching Pirates of the Caribbean (oh yes, all four movies) for the rest of the day. Capn' Jack Sparrow made us laugh. So hard. And I just know I'd look great in a pirate outfit. And that was great revelation to receive. Tacos were made and devoured, I might have used the restroom once or twice. I called my family and made some weird noises at both of my youngest brothers. I wore no makeup, might have eaten too many oreos, and for sure, ate way too much cereal. My deepest thought was about how I would fire a lady on a commercial for being way WAY too excited over low prices at Wal Mart. Come on, lady! Wal Mart has low prices. Everyone knows that. It's kind of old news....stop smiling so much.....and the high pitched voice? Yah, never going to Wal Mart again....thanks.....

Someone knocked on the door earlier and I slid the dead bolt into place. Bam. Totally not anti-social or weird at all.

It was fantastic and relaxing and good to just do nothing.

Nothing. At. All.

Granted, I feel extremely guilty for sitting on the couch for, er....twelvecoughhourscough.......but then again....extremely not guilty.

My day of nothing was great.

I didn't go to church. I didn't go anywhere. Didn't see anybody. Didn't feel the need to tell some really bad jokes (habit from being a zip-line guide...I collect bad jokes...zip-lining was more of a stand-up comedian job--except with a lot of hiking through desert-like terrain in 101 degree weather with a portion of that time hanging on a line by a few straps, hooked to a trolley, and going "wee" (how do you spell "weeee"? Wheee? wiiii?  whey?) all the way to the bottom of that line...another portion of that portion was hooking myself up to really big fat men and women who would get stuck out in the middle of the line and pulling them in with my aching arms, in the hot sun all the while making small talk about their cat or their kid or their pet weasel and hating every dripping detail as I worried about the sweat dripping down my forehead and into my eyes blinding me for life...... Bad jokes helped to lighten the mood a lot.....Habits, right?).

And it was great.

And I'm grateful for my roommate for having a nothing day with me. And for the comfy clothes I am still wearing. And all that Oreo still in my teeth. Mmmmm....

Fetch.
Yes.
Did I just say fetch?

Yes. Yes I did.

God bless the man I marry one day.

With patience. And a sense of humor. Definitely a sense of humor but mainly patience....and a beard...I hope God blesses him with a beard. I like beards....on men. Attractive men...in particular....