it was only about an hour ago when i realized that i have no hobbies and thus, no life.
one of my two classes got cancelled and my other class was deemed completely worthless (by me) earlier this week. so i had a day to myself. this day was spent in bed until 2... unless you count getting up to use the loo or to respond to some emails for about 5 minutes. i then watched america's next top model and chopped and made myself hot dogs with jdawgs sauce. (sidenote: jdawgs is the gem of provo, but hubby and i can't afford to eat there as often as we'd like so we buy a bottle of their sauce and make our own hot dogs- almost as good. almost.) i then ate half a bag of barbecue chips and drank 2 cans of diet coke.
when mr. dtf got home i was still in my robe. unshowered. no makeup. yesterday's ponytail. he opened our front door to find me curled up in the couch in all my shame and that is the moment i realized that i have no hobbies. i then burst into tears. after some awesome husband-wife therapy (TALKING... don't be dirty) we decided my hobbies are reading (we just can't afford to buy new books all the time), baking (we just can't afford to buy ingredients all the time/i can't afford to become the next immovable woman), and blogging (which is the sad truth of married women everywhere).
i am now determined to borrow some new books, find a recipe or two that works with what i've got in my pantry, and to blog my little heart out.
anyone have a good book for me? or another idea of how to not waste an entire day to myself next time? thanky thanky.