How many days start with a killer yoga class, followed by playing Simon Says in French outside in the glorious early-summer sunshine, and after a lapse into a wee bit of drudgery (read: work), continues with your commute home (a mountain bike ride on the Shoreline Trail), and finishes with a nap during your kid’s lacrosse practice, and cheap burritos?
Hmmm?
-c
You suck…
I’m with the Bergeye…
Why should you be happy when the rest of us are miserable and covered with puppy slime and eating sloppy-joes made from leftover marinara and “gimme lean” hamburger-style meat substitute?
P.S. The wine’s good though. Trapiche Cabernet….