Sometimes.
Sometimes in Tucson it's 68 degrees in January and the sun is shining and the sky is blue and you have nothing but free time stretching ahead of you. For three days, anyway.
And sometimes, despite all that, you find yourself camped out on the couch in sweats and a ratty t-shirt.
Drinking sangria.
And eating roasted red potatoes.
And for dessert, a ramekin full of mini Hershey kisses. (Giant chocolate chips?)
And watching reruns of Teen Mom and I Used to be Fat on MTV.
And sometimes you don't even feel bad about it.
You just paint your toenails glittery red.
And you paint your fingernails glittery pink.
And drink your wine.
And realize that, when you look around, your life is pretty darn great.
And sometimes, despite all that, you find yourself camped out on the couch in sweats and a ratty t-shirt.
Drinking sangria.
And eating roasted red potatoes.
And for dessert, a ramekin full of mini Hershey kisses. (Giant chocolate chips?)
And watching reruns of Teen Mom and I Used to be Fat on MTV.
And sometimes you don't even feel bad about it.
You just paint your toenails glittery red.
And you paint your fingernails glittery pink.
And drink your wine.
And realize that, when you look around, your life is pretty darn great.
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