As many of you know, several of my closest friends are expecting wee-ones in the months to come. Is it possible I'm nesting on their behalf?
My guitar lesson (second to last before I leave) got moved to Saturday, so it is a free night. It is obvious, if you could see my house, that the extra hours should be used to clean my increasingly disorganized living space...or at very least empty the dishwasher and fold my laundry.
But I'm sitting here thinking it'd be fun to bake an apple pie tonight.
Don't worry. I won't. The ingredients aren't in the house and as the travel date draws near, the cupboards are becoming strategically bare.
Come to think of it...procrastinating is probably a better word then nesting.
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