I can't remember the last time I got to sleep in for two days in a row. It was lovely. It would've been lovelier if the dogs hadn't decided all of Friday night/Saturday morning that they needed to go outside every two hours.
I started and finished "The Summerhouse" by Jude Deveraux yesterday and today. It goes along with the post I put up yesterday. Three women on their 40th birthday get a chance to go back and spend three weeks of their life anytime in their past they want, and then decide whether they want their same life back or the new life with the new choices they made. I've never read any of Deveraux's books before, so I have no idea if this is a typical scenario for her. I did enjoy it, though. It solidified my standing that I'm happy where I am, with who I'm with, doing what I'm doing. There have been moments in my life that I regret, but I firmly believe that, had I not had those moments, I would not have become the person who I am today. And if I had to go through what I went through to get here, then I guess it was worth it. The only regrets that I have in my life are the times when I've hurt others. If I could delete THAT, but still be who I've become, then that's all I would delete.
I'm attempting to type here, but really I'm fascinated by Ricky Gervais hosting the Golden Globes. He absolutely cracks me up. So I'm going to cut this shorter than I normally would simply to bask in hilarity.
On a completely separate note, I encourage you to click here to donate to the victims in Haiti: www.redcross.org
While you're at it, thank God that we're as blessed as we are.