I would be lying out my ass.
So let's break it down and see what I HAVE done.
I gained five pounds. I swear. Thanksgiving is the ONLY day I can eat Velveeta dip with ro-tel and sausage and call it breakfast. pft
I had to have my brakes fixed. Driving into town from twenty-five miles out with no brakes does NOT give one warm fuzzies.
I received a call today from the girls' school that MC chose to receive swats for a disciplinary problem. Now. Tell me how damn smart it is to refuse to move to another seat when you are caught talking/laughing/disrupting class. Not too damn smart when your actions mean that you won't be seeing "Twilight" this year. Much less with your best friend, her bf, and your crush du jour. Sucks, don't it?
I haven't written one single word. I don't think jotting down a title and premise sentence count. Do you? Of course, that's how The Portrait came to be. *pondering*
In other words, I haven't done much of anything. I spent Sunday on the couch. I feel as though all I do is run around with errands when I'm not working. My ass is dragging. My ulcer is flaring. I am displeased.
I did, however, do a bit of online shopping. Feeling pretty froggy about that. But my teeter totter is still leaning in the "screw a bunch of this" direction.
p.s. Did anybody feed Periwinkle???