Who do I have to f*** for a basket of assorted breads?
I love brunch.
If I could plan a perfect day for tomorrow, here's exactly how it would play out:
8:30 - Wake up. Walk and feed Lola.
9:00 - Hot shower with assorted soap, body washes and amazing exfoliants.
9:45 - Dress in loose, soft, beautiful clothing, Birkenstocks.
10:15 - Depart for Brunch. Let Matt drive.
10:20 - Brunch with a crowd of my favorite people. Coffee, pastries. Bacon?
11:45 - Leave brunch, drop Matt at home, head for spa.
12:15 - Arrive at spa. Get a facial and a massage. Drink lots of cucumber water, use their steam room and shower.
2:45 - Leave spa. Go to Trader Joe's.
3:00 - Find Trader Joe's surprisingly uncrowded, free of dumb people and small, poorly-behaved kids. Do some shopping. Nothing perishable, so I can head to the mall afterward.
4:00 - Leave Trader Joe's and head to mall.
4:10 - Arrive at mall. Stop and get a Christie Cookie and some milk (Vitamin D is a building block of life).
4:15 - Head to Charming Charlie's. Shop for accessories.
5:15 - Found tons of great necklaces in the right length. Bought them. Leave mall.
5:30 - Arrive home. Walk Lola. Nap.
6:45 - Wake up. Feed Lola. Cook some pasta with pesto.
7:30 - Eat small plate of pasta. Let Lola have a little pasta (no pesto). She loves pasta.
8:00 - Watch romantic comedy with Matt and Lola. For some reason, Matt actually enjoys it and doesn't make snarky comments. Lola loves romantic comedies, so she's happy.
10:00 - Matt, Lola and I go to bed.