People at work will always ask if I had a good weekend, I never know what to answer. I didn’t go anywhere outside the house except to get groceries, I didn’t tackle any major projects, and I didn’t have any people over. For some reason, I never feel like saying I had a “great” weekend unless I did something spectacular. To me, getting all the dishes done, doing six loads of laundry, sweeping, mopping, spending time playing DDR with Jasmin, and finally dusting off (but not using, yet) my sewing machine is a great weekend, but try to explain that to most people! It’s certainly a better weekend than one spent vegged out infront of the TV.

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