Last night was a relatively normal one, the husband came home from work, we ate dinner we watched Jeopardy, then watched The 100 and then the husband went to bed.
I sat with the daughter and watched a few movies, older ones that she wasn’t familiar with.
So how is it and I am sitting here in front of my washing machine watching it wash itself?
I think my life is bizarre and a little bit pathetic. This is how you have a fun and funky Friday night