Whew. We have family in town who want to go to a football game tonight, so I told Mr. Ashley to take the boys and go since I'll have so much to do to get ready for the party.
But you know what? Instead I might get my jammies on, bring my laptop to bed, open a bottle of wine, watch a chick flick and do NOT A GOD DAMN THING. Not one.
Isn't that a delicious idea?
In all reality, there's not that much that needs to be done and the party's not until 6pm tomorrow. What's the worst that can happen? Who cares?
It's supposed to be fun and I'm starting tonight.