My husband just snuck up to me, whilst I was reading for my Intro class, and he whispered something naughty into my ear.
He said, "procrastinate."
I almost died. It sounds too good. The Yarn Harlot just posted. He laughed out loud at the post; it must be good. I've been working all day. I have piles of paper scattering the bedroom, kitchen, and living room that I must read. I need to write questions, design an experiment, rehair two bows, practice and... and. ... and... he said the 4-syllable word.
AND I CAVED! Ha! to not doing what I'm supposed to be doing!
:)
Admit it -- being naughty feels good.
(I'm procrastinating too -- criminals love company!)
Shame, and fie!!!! Sort of.......