You know what? Weekends were a fantastic idea. Just wonderful. A Sunday morning is one of the few opportunities I have to be as polite with myself as with everyone else–instead of mentally barking out orders to my sleepy brain to get out of bed and do X, Y and Z immediately, I can politely ask.
“Hey, self… You look awesome today–I like how your bangs are pointing to the left AND right… It’s visionary. Cutting Edge. Genius. Say, what do you feel like doing today?”
Well, this weekend, I wanted to (A) brush my hair and pin my bangs back into an acceptable situation–all hail dry shampoo!– and (B) make a cappuccino and a fat stack of pancakes. Citrusy ones, with poppy seeds.
