Brunch at Marché? I'd love to!

Well, it's Sunday.  I woke up way too early, started some laundry and went back to bed.  Woke up again at 9:45 with the intention of getting up, but by the time I looked at the clock again, it was 10:40.  Such is life.  It also pretty well rules out 10:45 Zumba at Maryland Farmers.  Bummer.  Heh, heh.

Matt had left for a bike ride.  Didn't even hear him go.  So I let Lola out, started more laundry, and here I am.  Contemplating my next move.

I'd love to go out for brunch, but:

a) Brunch is generally not Weight Watchers friendly.

b) I'm not exactly rolling in discretionary income

c) Brunch is meant as a gathering for friends and/or lovers.  My lover is off riding with one of our friends, and I don't feel like calling anyone else.  It's nearly 11AM on Sunday.  Presumably, most people aren't still in their pajamas.   And they're already out brunching it up.

d) I can't exactly abandon my laundry, now can I?  To say nothing of dear, devoted Lola.

So, what I'll probably do is make my standard breakfast, a tortilla, lowfat cheese and lowfat turkey - and maybe dress it up a little with some cilantro and green onion.  Voila!  Almost as exciting as something artisan with goat cheese and fig confit.  Sigh.

And then, there's laundry.  Lots to fold, lots to wash, and improbably, quite a few things to take to Goodwill, where - in theory, I can make some larger, fashion-blind woman very, very happy.

Seriously, I'm at a point where things really don't fit.  At all.  It's equal parts great and frustrating.  Great, because, bye bye weight.  Frustrating because I can't buy all new things, and since I'm not at goal, I wouldn't want to anyway.

Ok, so here's the plan.  If I can get everything that's out of the dryer folded and put up, I'll take my old rags to Goodwill and take myself to the Farmer's Market and get some exciting veggies for dinner.  It isn't Marché , it's not a new wardrobe, but it's a good deed and healthy dinner and it's less laundry lying about.

And those are all good things, n'est-ce-pas?  That's what I thought.

Except, I hate folding and putting away laundry.  To the point that I'd rather pad my blog with another paragraph rather than make a breakfast tortilla and fold towels.

That's loathing.

Ok, off to make the rest of this day count.