It is Friday in The Sandbox, which is pretty much the eqivalent of Sunday anywhere else. Thursday and Friday are the "weekend" here. Nothing going on. Except for a twelve-hour Monk marathon! Sixteen episodes. With no commercials. Starts in half an hour. I'll be busy until nine o'clock tonight. Is my life thrilling and exciting, or what?!? Yep. Livin' on the edge...
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At least you've got Monk...all Ive got are swollen feet and a rash to deal with (on my foot in case you were wondering)...I want me some Monk!!!
ReplyDeleteLOL! Yep, livin' on the edge, Sabra!
ReplyDeleteSixteen hours of liturgies and chanting? Oh, it's a TV show.
ReplyDeleteStar World channel, CR38. Put your feet in a tub of warm water with some epsom salts... Turn the tv on and relax! Does that help? Hope you're okay, CR38.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I really push the envelope, Janice!
ReplyDeleteSixteen hours of a man with OCD, vermindust. Enjoying it immensely. Sewing, knitting, and Monk. Life IS good!
ReplyDelete'Sixteen hours of a man with OCD, vermindust' Commercial free no less! Now that's what I call LIVIN'
ReplyDeleteIt was good, The Queen! But I misunderstood "no commerical break" for "one commercial break." Still, not a bad way to spend a day. I enjoyed!
ReplyDeleteOh how I love the Monk! We don't have cable, so I rarely get the chance to endulge. Your Friday sounds ideal. :>)
ReplyDeleteWatched every single episode, Dawn-Michelle. Sixteen of them! Sewed three pink flannel poodle pillow covers for The Baby's crate and knitted some 40 rows of a sweater... Could not have asked for a better day.
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