The 33rd

I got to sleep in and have a delicious bowl of cereal. I watched Flash Gordon on my enormous television while curled up underneath a blanket because the window a/c unit I installed in the living room dropped the temperature to a blustery 68 degrees but I was compelled to leave it on because, let's face it, free electricity can only be enjoyed if it's used. I made sourdough bread bowls that ended up too small because the last batch was too big. Stupid over-compensation techniques. We enjoyed the bread with our broccoli and cheddar soup. Yum. Lasagna and swimming (the girls, not me) and some chocolate cake and the night was almost concluded. For the coup de gras, we are now watching Baby Mama. It's a mildly-humorous jaunt through the core of comedic mediocrity, fake pregnancies. "Stop framing your face" she says.