I spent Sunday in pajamas, and Saturday's make up.
And I loved every second of it.
When I look at people who are my age (or younger) (or older),
who are married and/or have kids, I think...
"How do they have their shit together?"
Which is typically followed by,
"Will I ever care enough to be like that?"
Meh. Who knows.
Until then --
Cheers to Sundays spent drinking pickle juice straight from the jar.