So because of my irrational fear of small furry rodents in movie theaters I am in the middle of reading Eat. Pray. Love.
And just like Elizabeth Gilbert toyed with the idea of naming her book something else, I - too - batted around a few other names for this blog post title. . . things like. . .
Read. Sweat. Sleep.
Shop. Doze. Imbibe.
or even . . . Spend. Talk. Slurp.
All because my sister pried me away from reveling in my clean, orderly, and teenager-free house in order to enjoy the last days of summer at The Jersey Shore (although if you asked me, it was something akin to a religious experience to enter Trigger and Ponzi's rooms and actually see the floor . . .) but all-the-same I thought I would share a list of the verbs that I am NOT participating in while here at Exit 25 on my mini-vaca:
Clean. Cook. Communicate.
Whine. Launder. Swear.
Worry. Wince. Work.
Yell. Vacuum. Load.
Slam. Feed. Insomniate.
I think you just might get the picture now. . .
Here's to those last days of summer
and a quick prayer that I don't get evacuated by Hurricane Earl. . .